Haworth Sharpness

Says a wag to a porter i' Haworth one day, "Yahr not ower sharp ye drones o't'railway, For fra Keighley to Haworth I've been oft enough, But nivver a hawpenny I've paid ye begoff."

The porter replied, "I vary mitch daht it, But I'll give a quart to hear all about it; For it looks plain to me tha cuddant pass t'snicket, Baht tipping to t'porter thy pass or thy ticket."

"Tha'll write up to Derby an' then tha'll deceive me"; "I willn't, this time," sed t'porter, "believe me": "Then aght wi thy brass, an' let us be knocking, For I've walk'd it on foot, by t'Cross Roads an' t' Bocking."