Th’ Contractor in a sedan carried bi two waggoners i’ white smocks. All th’ young maidens fra fowerteen to thirty-nine, six abreast drest i’ sky blue, an’ singin’ throo combs. Twenty oud wimen nittin’ stockings. Twenty navvies i’ thair shirt sleeves wheelin’ barrows wi work tools in. Taan skavengers wi’ shouldered besums decorated wi’ ribbons. Bellman an’ Pinder arm i’arm drest i’ full uniform, an’ th’ latter na an then bawlin’ aat waats baan to tak place. All scholars in th’ female line lakin’ at duck under water kit, an’ th’ males lakin’ a frog-loup, an jumpin’ o’ one another’s backs. Taan chimla sweeps mounted o’ donkeys wi’ thair face white. All th’ furiners fra th’ continent o’ Haworth, and crookt legg’d en fra Keighla followed up. Bulk o’th’ inhabitants waukin’ one abreast, wi’ hats off an’ singin’ as follows:— Gather fra Stanbury lads wi’ yor carrot heds, Come daan fra Lockertaan lads bi thi’ railway; Come wi’ yor wives, yor dowters, an’ relatives, Shout, lads, shout for the Worth Valley Railway. Railway, railway. Cum an’ hear Oufield mak his oration, Yo’ll say in yor conshunce he spack it rait fairly, He’ll say ’at poor Haworth never yet hed fairashun, But he’ll speak of the thing that will flurish it rarely. Railway, &c. Saw ye Ike Ouden wi’ his mehogany wheelbarrow, Cum dig the furst sod wi’ his spade o’ silver, He wheel’d it daan th’ plank as strayt as a arrow, An’ tipt it as weel as a navvy or delver. Railway, &c. Saw yo the church so anshunt in history, Read yo the Latin words high in the steeple, Hear yo the sounds that arose from the belfry, It seem’d to be shaating along wi’ the people. Railway, &c. Th’ Railway wur i’ iverybody’s maath, wat wi singin’ an’ shaatin’, them ’at cud do northur wisper’d in one anuther’s ears—Railway. But gettin’ to whear th’ ceremuny wur to tak place, th’ proceshun halted an’ formed itseln into a raand ring, an’ cheers wur geen wi’ shakin’ hats an’ handkerchiefs, which lasted wal thair showders an’ arms warked wal they’d hardly strength to shut thair maaths an’ don thair hats on. But hasumever they managed to get reight agean, an’ then a parson call’d Ned Oufield gat up an’ made th’ following narashun—