Classic Poem

Fra Haworth tahn the other day,
Bi t’route o’ Thornton Height,
Joe Hobble an’ his better hauf,
Went inta Bradford straight.

Nah Joe ta Bradford hed been before,
But shoo hed nivver been;
But hahsumivver they arrived
Safe inta t’Bowlin’ Green.

They gav a lad a parkin pig,
As on the street they went;
Ta point ’em aght St. George’s Hall,
An’ Ostler’s Monument.

Bud t’little jackanapes bein’deep,
An’ thowt they’d nivver knaw,
Show’d Joseph Hobble an’ his wife
T’first monument he saw.

As sooin as Joe gat up ta t’rails,
His een blaz’d in his heead;
Exclamin’, they mud just as weel
A gooan an’ robb’d the deead.

Bud whoivver’s ta’en them childer dahn,
Away fra poor owd Dick,
Desarves his heead weel larapin,
Wi’ a dahn gooid hazel stick.

T’lad seein’ Joe froth aght o’ t’maath,
He sooin tuke to his heels,
Fer asteead o’ t’Ostler’s Monument,
He’d shown ’em Bobby Peel’s.