I’ll tell tha' what
Cowineeard is, its a
place where I bought my
first gaff,
Where I started to sup
in the local, wit’
t’others just ‘avin a
laugh
I met me a wife in the
boozer, ended up
notching her up
Weren’t long afore lads
were out supping,
wetting the head of my
pup
It wer’t place where you
were not acknowledged,
if tha’ weren’t born
around here
And folk talked like
this poems is being
written, and you had to
like Tetley beer
Its streets were all
darkened and dirty, from
years of smoke from the
mills
A butcher, baker and
grocer, meant you need
not come down from the
hills
It had top chippy ,
Madges and Malcolms, and
four shops up village
‘al tell
Tha could sup in either
the wine bar, bay horse
and black bull aswell
Tha could get drunk and
eat on the same bloody
street
While out doing your
shopping and buying your
meat
There were no need for
taxis or busses at night
There wer’t odd lad fri
Silsden that wanted a
fight
There were people fri
colne who would land up
aswell
But their accents were
different and boy you
could tell
In winter the snow came
and it was so deep
That I parked there my
car it was gone for a
week
It could be raining in
Glusburn and snowing up
here
Yet another excuse just
to go for a beer
The hardened old timers
that stuck in their ways
Would gasp at the
changes that are
nowadays
With one shop, one
chippy and one pub to go
And long murky winters
without any snow
There’s no mills left
either, their all houses
now
The streets are much
cleaner, no need for
snow plough
If that’s global warming
then Cowlings was first
Its near twenty years
sin’ my pipes last burst
My kids are grown up now
and time has shot by
When I look back there’s
no tear in my eye
For Cowlings a village,
that’s much nicer now
And I hear the proper
pronouncement of COW
Ady Green 2006 |
