An' this wur a fact, it wur th' railway thay saw

An' this wur a fact, it wur th' railway thay saw, An' at th' first o'th' spectre thay all stood in awe, For it wur smashed all i' pieces ashamed to be seen As tho it hed passed throo a sausidge masheen, Wi' horror sum fainted while others took fits, An' theas 'at cud stand it wir piking up th' bits.

But after a while when thay all becum calm, Thay gathered together like bees in a swarm, Resolved to pick up all th' fragments an' th' wood, An' splice 'em together as weel as thay cud, Hasumever thay started a putting it streight, An' wi spelking and braying thay soin made it reight.

Six months nah elapsed, an' th' gert job wur done, An' th' next thing to argue wur wen it sud run; So thay sent Joe a Stirks araand wi his bell, An' gave him strict orders at he wur to tell At th' inspector hed been an' examined it throo, An' cum to th' conclusion at th' railway wud do.

So to wark wi' a vengeance, the bellman set to To warn up a meeting at th' Black Bull, It wod a dun yo all good to hear Joey shaat, For thay heard him distinctly for miles all abaat, For i' less ner ten minits, thay flockt so fast, While Jonny Broth's horses thay cudnt get past.

So thay framed on wi' th' meeting an' th' chairman spak first, An' tell'd 'em at th' railway wur finish'd at last, An' declared at th' inspector hed passed when he cum Both viaducts an' bridges as saand as a plum; As for sinkin' agean thay wud do nowt o'th' sort, For thay sailed throo th' arches i' Marriner Boat.

So he hoped i' this meeting thay all wud agree, An' settle when th' oppening o'th' railway sud be, He thout for his part tho he nobbut wur one, At first day o' April wur t' fittest to run, Wen a voice sed, sit daan or I'll pelt thee wi spoils, Duz ta think at wur baan to be April foils?

Then up on to th' platform jump'd Red Dicky Brook, Along wi his uncle, Black Tom at Dyke Nook, Determined to sattle an' bring things araand, As th' railway wur finished, both proper an' saand; So thay pitched on a day, it wur April the fourth, To oppen th' grand railway fra Lundon to Haworth.

It wur carried as usual, bi th' showin' o' hands, Amidst great rejoicin' an playin' o' bands, Both oud men an' wimen had a smile on thair face, For all wur dead certain it wur baan to tak' place, So thay fled to thair homes like bees to a hive, Impashent an' ankshus for th' day to arrive.

Hasumever th' day at wur menshun'd before, An' folk wur all flockin' fro maantan an' th' moor, An' little thay thout wen thay set off that morn, Another disaster wud laff 'em to scorn, For Joe Stick wur sent out to tell 'em to stop For poor Haworth Railway hed gotten i' pop.

Na this wur a damper an' th' biggest i'th' lot, An th' folks thay declared it wur Keighla plot, But one Jack o' Ludges sed he'd stop 'em thair prate, He'a learn 'em i' Keighla to insinuate, Thay'st hev no excurshuns for nowt but thair lip, And Shipla an' Bradford shud hev the first trip.

He sed he'd been quiet, but he'd na interfere, He'd wauk up to Derby an tell 'em up thear, Ha thay hed been skitted sin first they begun, An' na wen th' wur finished thay wurn't to run; But ha he went on I never did hear, But one thing I'm certain he must a been thear.

For th' tenth day of April bills wur put aat, That th' railway wud oppen whithaat any daat, An' a famous excurshun fra Bradford wod run, An call at all th' stashuns wi th' excepshun o' won, For nowt aat o' Keighla to Haworth sud ride, For that day all tha' luggage wur left o' won side.

Scarce Keighla crookt legg'd ens hed heard o' the news An' wur just baan to give 'em the greatest abuse, Wen a order cum aat fra sum unknawn scource, That Keighla crookt legg'd ens cud go up of course, Thay thout it wur best, an' wud cause the least bother, For one sud be welcum as weel as another.

Hasumever thare hopes hes not been i' vain, For th' day's arrived an' yonder's train, An' thaasands o' folks are flocking to th' spot, Th' gent fra his hall, th' peasant fra his cot, For all are determined as th' weather is fine, To hev an excurshun up th' Worth Valley Line.

They land up i' Haworth, an' sports 'at is seen, Wur niver yet equalled it reign o' the Queen. Such processions wi music yo never saw th' like, Thay wur bands fra all nashuns excepting Black Dyke, An' Sham o' Blue Bells sed he'd kick up a shine, For na they hed oppen'd the Worth Valley Line.

Thare wur Jim o'th' Damems, an' Will o'th' Gooise Coit, An' th' lads at wur in that puddin exploit, Thare wur Ned daan fra Oakworth, an' Ike fra Loin-ends, Along wi thair aristocratical friends, They repaired to Black Bull, of saand puddin' to dine, That day at thay oppen'd th' Worth Valley Line.

I' all nooks an' corners an' chimla tops, Wur floatin' gert banners wi mighty big props, An' stampt on each flag in figurs so nice, Sum an inscripshun an' sum a device; But th' nicest i'th' lump at swung on a band Wur, welcum to Haworth fra ivery land.

Yor welcum, yor welcum, all men upon earth, Yor welcum to the Valley of Worth, Fra th' Humber to th' Mersey, fra th' Thames daan to th' Tyne, Yor welcum to travel the Worth Valley Line.