They’re standing i’ groups and they’re living i’ hopes

They’re standing i’ groups and they’re living i’ hopes, And more disappointments they dread, Wi’ they’re ears touching th’ grand, they’ve harken’d for th’ saand, Wal they’ve omust gone wrong i’ ther head.

Sez Dick o’ Grate Beckers, just keep up yor peckers, Yo hevn’t much longer to wait For blue milk and porridge, yol get better forridge, Wen the railway gets fairly agait.

For its labour i’ vain to harken for th’ train When all’s goin on varry steady; So pray yo be calm its takin no harm, They’ll bring it as soin as its ready.

For th’ rails are all laid, and there’s nowt to be made, Nobbut th’ navvies to clear off all th’ muck; Then all al be goin, for th’ Cowinhead mooin Is bahn to be browt on a truck.

So Sam o’ Blue Bills, wi’ thi’ pints an’ thi’ gills, Its bahn to be better for thee, To Keighley an’ back tha ma go in a crack, When tha’s bahn on a bit of a spree.

And John o’ Pot Anns tha mun alter thi plans, For tha nivver can get him i’ force; For I’m happy to tell at steead o’th’ canal They’re bahn to try th’ big iron horse.

There’s oud Jim o’ Kyas is bahn to be wise, An’ th’ folk sez at he’s takkin a hig; He’ll see it first tried afore he will ride, He’s dahn abaht the Paper Mill Brig.

He sez he’ll be sure, it dropt in before, And it might do again for a pinch; For he sez they’ll be kapt if sum on em trapt, So he’s blest if he’ll trust it an inch.

There’s oud Mally Brook hez been dahn to look, And shoo’s sore disappointed they say; Shoo’s omust goan crackt for shoo sez it weant act, For they nobbut can run it wun way.

Sho sez at high class ats laid dahn all th’ brass, Just nah they’re beginnin ta craw; To mak up for th’ trouble they’re bahn to charge double, For bad speckulashun it law.

So to sattle em dahn, Sir Chrestofer Brahn, Hez tould em it wur his intent, If they’d nobbut be quiet till things wur all reight, He’d give em a trip to Chow Bent.