Gather fra Stanbury lads wi' yor carrot heds

Gather fra Stanbury lads wi' yor carrot heds, Come daan fra Lockertaan lads bi thi' railway; Come wi' yor wives, yor dowters, an' relatives, Shout, lads, shout for the Worth Valley Railway. Railway, railway.

Cum an' hear Oufield mak his oration, Yo'll say in yor conshunce he spack it rait fairly, He'll say 'at poor Haworth never yet hed fairashun, But he'll speak of the thing that will flurish it rarely. Railway, &c.

Saw ye Ike Ouden wi' his mehogany wheelbarrow, Cum dig the furst sod wi' his spade o' silver, He wheel'd it daan th' plank as strayt as a arrow, An' tipt it as weel as a navvy or delver. Railway, &c.

Saw yo the church so anshunt in history, Read yo the Latin words high in the steeple, Hear yo the sounds that arose from the belfry, It seem'd to be shaating along wi' the people. Railway, &c.