English poem
Thayr standin' i' groups an' livin' i' hopes
Thayr standin' i' groups an' livin' i' hopes, An' more disappointments thay dread, Wi' thayr ears touchin' th' graand, thay've harkened for th' saand, Wal thay've omust gone wrong i' thair head.
Sez Dick o' Grate Beckers, just keep up yor peckers, Yo' hevn't much longer to wait, For blue milk an' porridge, yo'll get better forridge, Wen th' railway gets fairly agait.
For it's labour i' vain to harken for th' train Wen all's goin' on varry steady; So pray yo be calm, its takkin no harm, Thay'll bring it as soin as it's ready.
For th' rails are all laid, an' thair's nowt to be made, Nobbut th' navvies to clear off all th' muck; Then all 'll be going, for the Cowinhead mooin Is baan to be browt on a truck.
So Sham o' Blue Bills, wi' thi pints and thi gills, It's baan to be better for thee, To Keighla an' back tha ma go in a crack, Wen tha's baan on a bit of a spree.
An' John o' Pot Anns, tha mun alter thi plans, For tha niver can get 'em i' force; For I'm happy to tell at astead o'th' canal They're baan to try th' big iron horse.
Thare's oud Jim o' Tyas is baan to be wise, An' th' foak sez at he's takkin a hig; He'll see it first tried afore he will ride, He's daan abaat th' paper mill brig.
He sez he'll be sure, it dropt in before, An' it might do again for a pinch; For he sez they'll be kapt if some on ems trapt, So he's blest if he'll trust it an inch.
Thare's oud Mally Brook hez been daan to look, An' shoo's sore disappointed thay say; Shoo's omost gone crakt for shoo says it weant act, For they nobbut can run it one way.
Shoo sez at high class at's laid daan all th' brass, Just na they're beginning to craw; To mak up for th' trouble they're baan to charge double, For bad spekulashun it law.
So to settle em daan, Sir Christopher Braan Hez tould 'em it wur his intent, If thay'd nobbut be quiet till things wur all reight, He'd give them a trip to Chow Bent.