But t’ oud foak thinks thair’l be some stinks,
At menshun of invazhun;
An hopes et taan will ride em daan,
E cabs ta Howorth Stashun.
But hasumiver toime works wonders wi it an perseverance its gotten ta’t last stage na, an foak is varry impashent fer it ta cum up, an tha’re preparin ta give it a grand recepshun; wun oud woman hes a peggy tub full o meyl an’ saar swillins for th’ ingen, and they are preparin another puddin for th’ passengers fra Keighley.
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.