They hed a meeting tother neet

They hed a meeting tother neet, Fair o’ t’top o’ Wutherin Street, To see what things they’d got complete, Concerning Haworth Railway.

Wen Penny Wabbac tuke the chair, He lukt to be i grate despair, He sez, good folk, are yoh aware, Wat’s happened to the Railway.

We persperashun on his brah, He sez, good folk, al tell yoh nah; Oud Blue Beard’s nasty wizened kah Hes swallowed plan o’ t’ Railway.

Wi these remarks poor Wabbac sat, Wen Jonny Broth doft off his hat, His een they blazed like sum wild cat Wi vengence for the Railway.

He sed my blud begins to boil, To think et we sud work an’ toil, And ev’n the cattle cannot thoyle To let us hev a Railway.

On hearing this the Haworth foak Began to swear it wur no joak, An wisht at greedy cah ma choak, At swallowed t’ plan o’ t’ Railway.