The
village is no pretty
sight, the streets are
rough and bumpy,
But folk are cheerful
usually, 'xcept some 'ats
allus grumpy.
Their occupations vary
from the farmhand to the
clerk,
But weaving is most
prominent, and shift
work's quite a lark.
The weavers get up early
to be at their looms for
six;
Quality's the keyword,
but they must put in
more picks.
And next important I
would say is the farming
population,
They don't need to rise
at six, they just work
in moderation.
The farms are scattered
round about, there's
t'Lumb, Well Head, Green
Syke;
There's t'Stubbin, Bowes
Edge, Dairy House,
them's posh names if you
like!
The village has two
landmarks, the first one
is the Crag,
A grand view when you
reach it, but you'll
find it is a drag.
The other is of course
the Church, and
t'vicar's Mr Neil,
And if you're up at
10.15 you'll hear the
church bell peal.
The Chapels, there are
three of 'em, well, four
with Cowling Hill,
The Bar, Ickornshaw,
Walton Street, they all
work with a will.
I've mentioned t'mills
before I think, but we'd
better 'ev 'em down,
There's Binns's,
Hartleys, Stansfields,
we're as good as any
town.
I haven't mentioned
t'shopkeepers, but then,
it doesn't matter;
Their brass is piling up
OK while t'housewife's
purse gets flatter.
We won't recall all
t'streets I think
because there's such a
lot,
If you're looking for
the better part, then
th'high end's just the
spot!
You know this village
very well where only
t'best are reared.
It means so much to most
of us, this place called
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