Nah then lads for wark, nowt but wark’ll do, an’ theas ’at can’t wark mun plan. This wur th’ cry all up an daan Haworth next morning, an’ for weeks all wor vary bizzy. One man made a wheelbarra it’h chamber, but it wor soa big wal it cudn’t be gotten aat withaat takkin th’ haase side daan. Anuther invented a koulin’ machine to koul th’ muck up both sides to save wheelbarras an’ work toils for th’ navvies. Some started a practicin’ for porters a th’ railway, wi’ oppenin’ an’ shuttin’ th’ oven doors wi’ a bang, shaatin’ aat a’th’ same time ‘All aat for Haworth.’ One man wur trying th’ dodge on, an’ th’ cat wur i’th’ ovan, an’ poor thing expectin’ ’at it wur i’th’ wrong place jumpt aat just at th’ time ’at he wur wistling to start, an’ wur catcht bi th’ tail an’ th’ poor thing lost it, for it wur cut off as clean as a wistle. A crookt legg’d pedl’r come fra Keighla one day wi’ winter edges, an’ thay tuk him for a sapper an’ miner ’at hed com to mezhur for th’ railway, an’ mind yo they did mak sammat on him, thay thout ’at th’ winter edges wur th' apparatus to mezhur by. But hasumever th’ reightens cum at after, an’ a sore disaster thay hed yo mind, for thay laid plan o’th’ railway daan at green swarth an’ a oud kaa belangin’ to Blue Beard swallow’d th’ job, thay tried to save ’em but all i’ vain; a sor do wur this for both folk an’ th’ railway, for it put em a year or two back an’ foak wur ragin’ mad abaat th’ kaa, an’ if it hedn’t a been a wizen’d oud thing thay’d a swallow’d it alive—th’ nasty, greedy oud kaa. Thay hed a meeting th’ tother neet, Fair o’th’ top o’ wuthering street, To see what things thay’d got complete, Concerning Haworth railway. Wen Penny Wabbac tuk the chair, He lukt to be i’ grate despair, He sez, good foak, are yo’ aware, Wat’s happened to the railway? Wi’ persperashun on his bra, He sez, good foaks, I’ll tell yo’ nah; Oud Blue Beard’s nasty wizen’d kaa Hez swallow’d plan o’th’ railway. Wi’ theas remarks poor Wabbac sat, Wen Jonny Broth doft off his hat, His een they blazed like some wild cat Wi’ vengence for the railway. He sed, mi blud begins to boil, To think ’at we sud work and toil, And even th’ cattle cannot thoyle To let us hev a railway. On hearing this the Haworth foak Began to think it wur no joak, An wisht ’at greedy kaa ma choak ’At swallow’d plan o’ th’ railway. But hasumiver thay gat ower this, an’ wur net long at after afore they hed more disasters, such as tunnils shutterin’, and chapels sinkin’, and law suits, an’ so an, wal Haworthers thout bet hart at both th’ foak an’ th’ grund wur soft daan at Keighla, an’ thretten’d to coam sum o’th’ crookt legg’d ens thair heads if they insinuated; an’ th’ Volunteers thretten’d to tak thair part if thair wur owt to do; an’ farther ner that, they vowed ’at they wur ready to go to war wi’ onny nashun that sud insult awther them or th’ railway under the present difficulties.