Gather fra Stanbury, lads we yor carrot heeads

Gather fra Stanbury, lads we yor carrot heeads, Cum dahn fra Locker tahn, lads, be the railway; Cum we yor wives, yor dowters, and relatives, Shout lads, shout for the Worth Valley Railway.

Heard you Ned Oufield mak his noration, Yoh’l say in yohr conshunce he spak it reyt fairly, He said poor Haworth nivver yet hed fairashun, And spak of the thing that will flurish it rarely. Railway, &c.

Saw yoh Icholden wi his mahogany wheelbarrow, Cum dig the first sod wi his trowel o’ silver, He wheeled it dahn t’ plenk as streyt as an arrow, And tipt it as weel as a navvy or delver. Railway, &c.

Saw yoh the church so anshent in history, Read yoh the Latin words high in the steeple, Hear to the sounds that arise from the belfry, It seems to be shaating along wi the people, Railway, &c.