For wal he stood upon the deck

For wal he stood upon the deck, He oft wor heeard to say, "I'd raither oomo to Windermere, Nor go to Morecambe Bay; An' though I've been to Malsis Hall, Where it is fearful grand, It's nowt at all compared wi' this— The nicest place i' t'land.

For, O how splendid is the Lake, Wi' scenery like this! If I cud nobbut stop a week, It wod be nowt amiss; A resolution nah I'll mack, T'next summer what to do;— Asteead o' comin' for a day, I'll stop a week or two."

But nah we land at Bowness Pier, Then sooin we jump ashore, An' back to t'Station we did steer, For rare an' pleased we wor: So into t'train for back agean, Owd friends once more to meet; An' in a crack we're landed back— Bi ten o'clock at neet.

All join i' praise to Mr. Mann, For t'management he made; An' praise the gallant Turkey Band, For t'music 'at they play'd: An' praise is due fra ivvery one 'At shared i' this diversion; All praise an' thanks to Mr. Lund, Who gav this grand Excursion.