Stars wur shoiting in and aht

Stars wur shoiting in and aht, And gravel ratches wur abaht, And th’ folk, he sed, they little knew What mischief it wur bahn ta brew. And news he spred abaht the tahn, What lots o’ rain wud tumble dahn; And like his anshent sires he spoke, The shockin news withaht a joke.

For soin the rain i torrents fell, And O what awful news to tell, It lookt as th clahds wur bahn to shutter, For every dyke, and ditch, and gutter, A reguler deluge did resemble, Which made Haworth folk to tremble. Some tried to stop its course wi’ stones, And some dropt on their marrow bones, And hoped at if the wurld wur drahnd, The railway wud be safe an’ sahnd;

But prayers like these hed no avail, For th’ waters deluged all the dale; And th’ latest news et I hev heerd Th’ railway’s nearly disappeared; But if its fun withaht a flaw, Wha, folks, I’m like to let yo know.