Na this wur a damper an’ th’ biggest i’th’ lot, An th’ folks thay declared it wur Keighla plot, But one Jack o’ Ludges sed he’d stop ’em thair prate, He’a learn ’em i’ Keighla to insinuate, Thay’st hev no excurshuns for nowt but thair lip, And Shipla an’ Bradford shud hev the first trip. He sed he’d been quiet, but he’d na interfere, He’d wauk up to Derby an tell ’em up thear, Ha thay hed been skitted sin first they begun, An’ na wen th’ wur finished thay wurn’t to run; But ha he went on I never did hear, But one thing I’m certain he must a been thear. For th’ tenth day of April bills wur put aat, That th’ railway wud oppen whithaat any daat, An’ a famous excurshun fra Bradford wod run, An call at all th’ stashuns wi th’ excepshun o’ won, For nowt aat o’ Keighla to Haworth sud ride, For that day all tha’ luggage wur left o’ won side. Scarce Keighla crookt legg’d ens hed heard o’ the news An’ wur just baan to give ’em the greatest abuse, Wen a order cum aat fra sum unknawn scource, That Keighla crookt legg’d ens cud go up of course, Thay thout it wur best, an’ wud cause the least bother, For one sud be welcum as weel as another. Hasumever thare hopes hes not been i’ vain, For th’ day’s arrived an’ yonder’s train, An’ thaasands o’ folks are flocking to th’ spot, Th’ gent fra his hall, th’ peasant fra his cot, For all are determined as th’ weather is fine, To hev an excurshun up th’ Worth Valley Line. They land up i’ Haworth, an’ sports ’at is seen, Wur niver yet equalled it reign o’ the Queen. Such processions wi music yo never saw th’ like, Thay wur bands fra all nashuns excepting Black Dyke, An’ Sham o’ Blue Bells sed he’d kick up a shine, For na they hed oppen’d the Worth Valley Line. Thare wur Jim o’th’ Damems, an’ Will o’th’ Gooise Coit, An’ th’ lads at wur in that puddin exploit, Thare wur Ned daan fra Oakworth, an’ Ike fra Loin-ends, Along wi thair aristocratical friends, They repaired to Black Bull, of saand puddin’ to dine, That day at thay oppen’d th’ Worth Valley Line. I’ all nooks an’ corners an’ chimla tops, Wur floatin’ gert banners wi mighty big props, An’ stampt on each flag in figurs so nice, Sum an inscripshun an’ sum a device; But th’ nicest i’th’ lump at swung on a band Wur, welcum to Haworth fra ivery land. Yor welcum, yor welcum, all men upon earth, Yor welcum to the Valley of Worth, Fra th’ Humber to th’ Mersey, fra th’ Thames daan to th’ Tyne, Yor welcum to travel the Worth Valley Line. CHAPTER IV. “The last Scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history.” _Fra th’ Corrispondant o’th’ Hoylus End Mercury_.