Thare’s oud Mally Brook hez been daan to look, An’ shoo’s sore disappointed thay say; Shoo’s omost gone crakt for shoo says it weant act, For they nobbut can run it one way. Shoo sez at high class at’s laid daan all th’ brass, Just na they’re beginning to craw; To mak up for th’ trouble they’re baan to charge double, For bad spekulashun it law. So to settle em daan, Sir Christopher Braan Hez tould ’em it wur his intent, If thay’d nobbut be quiet till things wur all reight, He’d give them a trip to Chow Bent. Yes, and besides a trip to Chow Bent, they gat several more trips promised bi th’ diffrent distingwisht citizens o’ Haworth. One man promised to give ’em a trip to Bullock’s Smithy, anuther to Tinsley Bongs, wal thay wur gettin’ quite up o’ thersels an’ th’ railway. Or else thay’d been for many a year an’ cudn’t sleep a wink at neet for dreamin’ abaat th’ railway ingens, boilers, an’ so on, an’ mony a time thay’ve waken’d i’ ther sleep shakkin’ th’ bed post, thinkin’ thay wur settin’ th’ ingen on or stoppin’ it. But thay’d gotten reight an’ thout thay wur baan to hev no more trouble; but alas, it wur a mistak, for th’ mornin’ of th’ 14th o’ November an oud skyologer went aat a weather-gazin’ an’ planet-rulin, an’ woful news an’ bad omens he browt back wi him, for he sed at th’ Stars wur shoiting in an’ aat, An’ gravel ratches wur abaat, An’ th’ folk, he sed thay little knew Wat mischief it began to brew. An’ news he spread abaat the taan Wat lots o’ rain wud tumble daan An’ like his anshent sires he spoke The shockin news withaat a joak. For soin the rain i’ torrent fell, And o what awful news to tell, It lookt as claads wur baan to shutter, For every dyke, an’ ditch, an’ gutter, A regeler deluge did resemble. Which made the Haworth folk to tremble. Sum tried to stop its course wi’ stones, An’ sum dropt on their marrow bones, An’ hoped that if the world wur draaned, The railway wud be saafe an’ saand. But prayers like theas hed no avail, For th’ waters deluged all the vale; An’ th’ latest news ’at I heerd Th’ railway’s nearly disappear’d; But if it’s fun withaat a flaw, Wha, folks, I’m like to let you know. CHAPTER III. “Work, Boys, and be Contented.”