wi’ him Joseph Rigby.

There’s Jimmy Gill, o’ Castle Hill,—  That gentleman wi’ t’stick,— There’s Will an’ Sam, an’ young John Lamb, An’ Ben an’ Earby Dick.

I scorn to lie—the reason why It is a shame awm sure! But among the job wor owd Joe Hob, Behold! a perfect kewer.

I’d quite forgot, among the lot, There too wor Pally Pickles, Wi’ crinoline shoo walks so fine, Shoo’s like a cat i’ prickles.

Bud to mi tale—aw mussant fail I’ owt on this occasion— Wi’ heead erect, an’ girt respect, We march to Keighley Station.

Nah—all reight fain gat into t’train, Owd Ned began to screeam; Then Master Pratt doft off his hat, An’ just pept aght at t’steeam.

p. 100This jovial band when they did land, Got off the train so hearty, For they all went, wi’ that intent, To hev a grand tea-party!

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The country foak did gape an’ luke, To see us all delighted, An’ ivvery one did say “Begum, Aw wish awd been invited.”

’Tis joy to tell, they marched as well As t’Scots did ower the border, Owd Wellington an’ all his men Ne’er saw such marchin’ order.

The lookers-on, to see them come, Gat on ta t’second storey; Reight dahn the park they did ’em mark, Comin’ i’ their full glory.

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, p. 101Some went there, an’ some went here, An’ t’Bands began o’ playin’.

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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 

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