That bit being done, they all did run,
To have a pleasant day in,
Some went there, an’ some went here,
An’ t’ Bands began o’ playing.
We mich amaze, we all did gaze,
Around this splendid park;
Then little Jake began to speak,
An’ thus he did remark:—
“At Morecambe Bay aw’ve been a day,
At Bolton Woods an’ Ilkley;
But Malsis Hall outstrip them all,
At aw’ve seen aht o’ Keighley.”
The girt park wall around the hall,
Majestically does stand;
The waving trees, an pleasant breeze,
Its loike a fairy land.
It fill’d wer eyes, we great surprise,
To see the fountain sporting;
An’ on the top, stuck on a pot,
The British flags wor floating.
The walks so grand, wi’ yellow sand,
An’ splendid wor the paving,
High over all, around the wall,
Wor flags an’ banners waving.
Nah some made fun, an’ some did run,
And women they wor swinging;
Do you ken the “Muffin Man,”—
Others they wor singing.
In sooth wor grand, to see this band,
Assemble all together;
Bud sad to say, that varry day,
Turned aht some shocking weather.
Even war nert rain, aw mun explain,
At caused a girt disaster,
All but one sort o’ breead ran short,
It wor no fault o’ t’ master.
O! Gormanton! thy bread an’ bun,
An’ judgment it wor scanty;
Oh! what a shame, an’ what a name,
For not providing plenty!