Then to the place each smilin’ face,
Moved on i’ grand succession;
The lookers on did say “Well done,
It is a grand procession!”
When they’d all pass’d the hall at last
They form’d into a column;
Then Jimmy Wreet, wi’ all his meet,
Gav aght a hymn so solemn:
Then all did raise their voice i’ praise,
Wi’ music in the centre;
They sang a hymn i’praise o’ Him,
’At is the girt Creator.
That bit bein’ done, they all did run,
To get a pleasant day in,
Some went there, an’ some went here,
An’ t’Bands began o’ playin’.
Wi’ mich amaze, we all did gaze,
Arahnd this splendid park;
Then little Jake began to talk,
An’ thus he did remark:—
“At Morecambe Bay I’ve been a day,
At Bolton Woods an’ Ilkley;
But Malsis Hall outstrips ’em all,
’At I’ve seen aght o’ Keighley.”
The girt park wall arahnd the hall,
Majestical does stand;
Wi’ wavin’ trees, an’ pleasant breeze,
It’s like a fairy land.
It fill’d wur eyes wi’ gert surprise,
To see the fahnten sporting;
An’ on the top, stuck on a prop,
The British flags wor floatin’.
The walks so grand, wi’ yellow sand,
An’ splendid wor the pavin’,
High over all, arahnd the wall,
Wor flags an’ banners wavin’.