Thay hed a meeting th' tother neet

Thay hed a meeting th' tother neet, Fair o'th' top o' wuthering street, To see what things thay'd got complete, Concerning Haworth railway.

Wen Penny Wabbac tuk the chair, He lukt to be i' grate despair, He sez, good foak, are yo' aware, Wat's happened to the railway?

Wi' persperashun on his bra, He sez, good foaks, I'll tell yo' nah; Oud Blue Beard's nasty wizen'd kaa Hez swallow'd plan o'th' railway.

Wi' theas remarks poor Wabbac sat, Wen Jonny Broth doft off his hat, His een they blazed like some wild cat Wi' vengence for the railway.

He sed, mi blud begins to boil, To think 'at we sud work and toil, And even th' cattle cannot thoyle To let us hev a railway.

On hearing this the Haworth foak Began to think it wur no joak, An wisht 'at greedy kaa ma choak 'At swallow'd plan o' th' railway.