THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ^ > fl \ \ / A / V :V^ y \ POEMS, SONGS, & EECITATIONS IN THE LANCASHIRE DIALECT. By JAMES BROWN IIAIGH. WIGAN : PRINTED BY R. PLATT, 2, STANDISHGATE, 1881. ^ To The Ri. Honble. the Earl of Crawford & Balcarres, Lord Lindsay, &c. 861801 CONTENTS. Neaw Peggy dunnod tawk tliad way .... 5 The Royal visit to Wigan ...... 8 Th' Haigh Ho' Banquet an' th' Wiggin Decorashuns - - 11 A visit to th' Exhibishun- . . - - .15 Lines on a visit to a friend at Burscough- - - - 20 Lines composed for a Birthday Celebration at Hindley . 23 Lines composed and recited at the opening of Ince Sub- scription Bowling Green ...... 26 Lines composed and recited at an Entertainment in aid of the funds of the Pennington Green Cricket Club - 30 Lines composed and recited for the juvenile members of St. John the Bajjtist Branch of the Church of England Temperance Society, New Springs, Aspull 34 A Tory Song — For the Wigan Parliamentary Election, 1880 38 Lines on a visit to Lunnon - - - . - .40 Lines on my first appearance in Wigan - - . - 45 Lines given in Charlie Keith's Circus . - . - 49 Lines on Mr. J. H. Nichol's treat at Leigh Workhouse - 53 The Pemberton Library Episode ..... 56 LANCASHIRE POEMS. .NEAW PEGGT DUNNOD TAWK THAD A\rA." VlVpEAW Peggy lass id winuocl do, ^iS) For tliee to tawk tliad way ; Id welly breks mi liert i' two, Do liowd thi dill aw pray ; Whod ever arto think iu on ? Heaw conto serv mi so ? Hav'no aw bin a f aithf u mon ? Just ax tlii brother Joe. Lancashire Poems. "Ween nod micli brass owd luv thads troo, Bud then wi toime un care ; Iv thee un me together poo, Wi' raay hev un to spare. Aw dunnod think ud wi shall be Loike sum fooak, clemmed im cowd ; Becose awst gi' mi wage to thee, For't cheer us wen we're owd. Cum Peggy neaw, un led's ged wed, Tha'll never roo aw know ; Un iv ween meawths sent to bi fed. Aw' 11 wark hard for um o', No deawt wi shall hev two or three, For't feed besoide eawr own ; Still never moind aw shannod spree. Bud cum reet whoam upth' lone. Best thing OAvd derlin wi con do, 1st' help each other on ; A looad is leeter borne bi two, Nor wen its borne wi one. Trouble may cum wi connod tell. Id plagues booath hee un low ; Bud iv aw con feight throo' misel, Aw'U nod hurt thee ud o'. Lancashire Poerns. Un iv we're poor -we'll nod lament, Nor envy nobrey's lot ; Bud pray ud peace un sweet content, May dwell witHn eawr cot. Tlien wen loife's struggles liere are o'er, Aw hope wi o' mi hert, Ud wi mun meet on thad breet shore, Wheer gud fooak never pert. "Well Jolrn, aw loike o' uds bin sed. To me tMs very neet ; So neaw aw'll promise to bi wed, Un mak thy sad hert leet. Pudth' axins up to morn mi lad, There's nowt ul be amiss. Aw will mi lass un bi reet glad. Lets seeal id wi a kiss. LancasliiTe Poems. THE EOTAL VISIT TO WIGAN (JUNE, 1873). fAVIN' a bit o' leighshure toime, Aw'U just sit deawn an' pen a rhoime, Abeawt tliat greiglit hospishus day Wliicli Wiggiu shortly will display. On til' third o' June aw understand, Th' owd burro' will bi deckd' quoite grand. An nowt bud reet, for on that day, A Koyal pair will visit Haigh. "Wheer eawr respected Earl, aw know, Will on their Highnesses bestow, Thoose good things money con procure. To mak' their happiness secure. To' should see th' vast preparashuns, Up ud th' Ho an' throo th' plantashuns ; Besides the noble House o' Haigh, Will feast some hundreds on thad day. Leds cheer booath Lord an' Lady C, For helpin' on th' Infirmary ; Their koindly akshuns, awve no deo.wt, Hav' browt this grand event abeawt. Lancashire Poems. Becose, wi me yo'U o agree, Thad they iiivoited Eoyalty, Afther i\\ Wiggiii Corporasliiin Had sent up their depitashun. Awm shure eawr wealthy worthy Mayor * Every good thing will prepare, Eor th' Eoyal guests, an' th' rest o'th' bunch, Thad he intends axin to lunch. His spred nil boath bi rich an' grand, Becose he's money at command ; Aw'll bet a shilliu' to a groat He's cash enough to sink a boat. Awm gradely glad thad Mesther Simm Eawr able chief, ull dine wi hiui ; His wurship's very koind indeed, Eor thus invitin' him to feed. Moi word, ther'll be a bonny stur, Eoak looiiin' eawt ud every dur ; Greight multytudes ull sheawt an' sing For th' Prince o' Wales, eawr futer King. May He who guwerns up abuv. Breathe on the Eoyal pair His luv, An' send th' owd sun to shed his rays, Throoeawt eawr land on thoose three days. * N. Bckersley, Esq., J.P. io LancasJdre Poems. Iv we're bless'd wi pleasant weather, Led us o' uuoite together, An' thank th' Greater uv eawr frame, For koindly sendin' us the same. So, neaw, aw'll bid yo o' adew, Aw think awve written loines enoo, An' afther th' busy stur is o'er, Iv awye spare toime, aw'll tell yo more. Lancashire Poems. li TH' HAI&H HO' BANQUET AX' TH' WIGGIX DECORASHUXS. ^ifaW sed last wick, weu th' stur wur o'er, C^ Tv aw'd spare toime, aw'd tell yo more ; So whoile awve notliin' else to do, Aw'll tak' mi pen an' buckle to. Fust thing just let mi tel yo o', Aw're axt to th' banquet ud Haigb Ho ; An' raly, £oak, beawt ony puff, Aw never tasted better stuff. Th' tables wur spred so rich an' foine. Aw felt aw're cuttin' quoite a shoine. An' lots besoide aw soon could name, Ud very loikly felt the same. One thing aw'll say, an' thads not two, We'd o' a reglar jolly do ; An' whod wiu" th' best, aw yerd th' Earl say, " Awm glad to meet yo here to-day." To connod tell heaw quare aw went "Wen th' Lord an' th' Lady coom i'th' tent. An' stood so very close to me, I'th' front o' Mesther Majendie. 12 Lancashire Poems. Who ably o'er us did presoide, An' spoke koiud words on every side ; Aw cud no' help but often gaze Upon his pleasant smoilin' face. A word for th' Genral, tlien aw've done, Becose, yo know, aw mon pass on, Or else aw never shall get throo Whod awm intendin' for to do. They're lots o' foak thad day i'tli' place Keet glad to see liis gallant face ; Let's hope he'll live long to command His army in a foreign land. Neaw, awm off throo th' Haigh plantasliuns For t' see Wiggin decorasliuns ; An' as aw pass the streets aw'll view. An' render praise wheer id is due. Aw'll stert at top o'th' Standishgate, There's Mesther Leigh's heawse looks fust-rate Tlien th' Eoyal Oak an' th' Scarisbrick Arms, Hav' booath little bits o' charms. Hilton, Dean, an' Pendlebury, Each hav' drest their place quoite merry ; Birkett, wi' Evans an' McClure, Had been busy aw feel quoite sure. Lancashire Poems. 13 Taylor, Entwistle, Piatt, an' th' Bank, Will eacli among tlie others rank ; An' Mestlier Wliitfield's done his share, Theerfore aw'll use eacli perty fair. Messrs. Coop, wi' th' Meek's also, Hev' made their places quoite a show ; Wheor tother's one thank, gi' these two, Or else they'll never ged their due. Hesketh, at th' Minorca Hotel, Has made his place look pretty well ; An' Mrs. Togg, across tlie street, Has also made the Clarence neat. Th' proprietors o'th' District Bank, Deserve a rare good thumpin' thank. For their grand illuminashuns, "Which hav' caused greight preparashuns. There's Grregson, Duff, an' eawr Teawn Clerk, Each fixt things up to shoine wen derk ; No deawt these perties did their best, An' deserve praise just same as th' rest. Jim Hilton, Cook son, an' th' Beehive, Hav' made their shops look o' alive ; E-aly foak, they're aw three pretty. An' noice enoof for Lunnon city. 14 Lancashire Poems. Th' last two places are Gree an' Wriglit, Each, one presents a splendid sight j Aw welly dust bet yo' a creawn, These two are th' best i' Wiggin teawn. So neaw id's toime for me to stop, Or yo'll nod foind these lines a shop ; Wen awve coed ud th' Exhibishun, To' shall have a third edishun. Iv awve forgetten two or three, Aw hope yo'll koindly excuse me ; An' should this piece be incorrect, Kemember this— no one's perfect. Lancashire Poems. 15 A VISIT TO TH' EXHIBISHUN. 'AST Monday neet, just afther tay, Aw bang'd reet off tort Wiggin way, Au' paid a sliilliu' for admisliiin, Into eawr grand Exliibisliun. Next thing aw bowt a book at th' dur, An' paid th' cliap sixpence beawt demur, Becose yo mit as weel keep eawt As goo i sicb loike places beawt. Then off aw sect tkroo th' bottom room, "Wheer Peck an' Sons fix't up their loom ; An' scores o things wur to be seen, Includin' thoose thad workt bi steam, Th' best thing thad did my fancy tak' "Wur th' engine made bi Tummus Brack, A cliver mon, as yo' will see. An' works for th' Top Place Company. G-reight praise is due, each one will say, Thad does this specimun survey ; It shows boath yung an' owd loikewoise, ' Wot con bi done by enterproise. 16 LancasJiire Poem^s. Otlier models wur tlieer on view, From Pemberfcon, Wlioite Moss, an' Crewe, Wliich aw tliowt lookt very fair ; Still, til' best would not wi Brack's compare. George Hoskin's lad wen but eighteen, Made two engines tbad workt by steam ; These also stood upon a stage. An' lookt fust-rate for one his age. Next, Peter Johnson, sent a stock, 0' baw's turnt eawt o' solid block ; Wich specimuns aw thowt wur good, Altho' formt eawt o' nowt but wood. Then other friends sent models too ; Aw think aw'd betther name a few ; Theerfore iv yo'U giv' attenshun, A toothrey on 'em aw will menshun. Tom Tates, ith Scowse, an engine sent, Wich to dispose of he was bent : An' Greorge Eoby wi' John Wilcock, Each added one also to th' stock. The "Wigan Coal and Iron Co., Showed an attracktive one also ; Made from Crawford Pits, one an' two, An' fitted up complete o' throo. lancasJiii'e Poems. 17 Rideawt, fro Staudisli Papper Mill, Exhibited some works of skill ; One, a gauge for measurin plate. An' lots besoide aw could relate. N. Eckersley, tliad good owd name, Subscroibed a little throstle frame ; A piece o' work wich awVe no deawt, His koind feyther thowt mich abeawt. Littler, an' "Wilkinson also, Hav' each sent models for to show ; And Brothers Coupe, of Worsley Mesnes, Some good work sent fort spred their names. The Pepper Mill Brass Foundry Co., Wurnod for bein' done ud o'; Ther case o' brass lookt very noice, An' would hav' fetched a greight hee proice. Messrs. Eowland au' Makinson, Hav' done as mich as ony one ; If aw wur wuth wot these two sent Aw'd spend six months on th' continent. In a corner wich aw did pass, A mon wur busy blowin' glass j Into ornayments wi a leet, Wich process aw thowt quite a treat, 18 Lancashire PoeiJis. Rooms one an' two lookt very foine, Wlieer aw see Tasker's foreign coin ; An' o' tlioose other noice things too, Wich Shortrede's lady had on view. Next reawm to these it fairly swarms, Wi pistols, guns, an' other arms ; Wich things aw dunnot care abeawt, Tho they're useful sometoimes no deawt. Eh, wot picturs ther wur on view. They filled two rooms an' th' staircase too ; Th' mooast of wich aw think com from Th' Earl o' Derby an' John Thorn. T. P. Stuart an' Edward Scott, Koindly sent a numerous lot ; An' Holt shows one by T. E. Lowe, "Wich is worthy of note also. Lord Lindsay nearly fills a room, Wi' things belongin' th' sun an moon ; Ony that does these understand, Witheawt a deawt will say they're grand. Lancashire Poems. 19 Tho' awve plenty i' mi yed, Aw'd better stop, enoof 's bin sed ; Iv aw wur't tell yo wot aw know, Toar papper wud na howd it o'. So neaw mi pertin' words shall be, Success to eawr Infirmary ; An' may it prove a place o' rest, Unto tbe helpless and distrest. t * Lancashire Poems. LINES ON A VISIT TO A FEIEND AT BUESCOUGH.* fWD friend ! aw never slial forged, Mi trip last new yer's day ; To thy grand lieawse wlieer tilings wur spread, So plentiful an' gay. Awve co'd on friends, ay' mony o score, Bud never hav' aw met ; Wi one uds trayted me afore, Loike tliee an' thy owd pet. I'd fiU'd mi hert brimful o' glee. To meet wi sich glad cheer ; A mon loike thee shud never dee, Bud live on yer bi yer. God bless thi lad, an' th' woife also, Loikewise thi childer too' ; May health an' peace attend yo' o, Whoile th' world tha travels throo. Tha's risked thi loife o'er th' stormy seas, An' met wi rare success , Throo sellin' bacon, lard, an' cheese, Greight wealth tha does possess. * Henry Ellis, Esq. Lancashire Poems. 2l Aw know tlia's mony o' theawsand peawnd An' wish tha'd ten toimes more ; Tlien tha could buy a lump o' greawnd, Por thee an' me t' shoot o'er, Thoose friends o' thoine shud come agen, We'd hav' some jolly fun ; Aw know they'd grin for t' see two men, Loike us wi each a gun. Becose aw connod shoot a bit An' happly tha'd bith same ; They'd soon tell me aw wurnod fit For ony sich loike game. Bud then whods use, aw shudno care, A rap chus whod they said ; Iv tha knock'd o'er a brid or hare, On which aw could be fed. Aw watch' d thi oft thad afternoon, Tha look'd so merry lad ; When Lathom band play'd eawt a tune, I'd made me doance loike mad. Bud wurnd aw ves'd to hear some tliief, Had crept i'th heawse throo th' fowd ; And stole a greight big lump o' beef, So darin an' so bowd. 28 Lancashire Poems. Aw wish aw'cl bin at back o'tli dur, Wen lie wur gooin eawt, For t' just giv him a run bar purr, Or else a rattlin cleawt. Still never moind chap isno' free, Although he geet away ; There's one abuv thad trick did see, He'll hav' to face some day. So neaw aw'll close this bit oth lay, An' hope tha'll hav' mi o'er ; XJd Mount Pellier on new ycr's day. Eighteen seventy -four. Lancashire Poems. ^3 COMPOSED FOR A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT HINDLET. f'^'RlEND Shuttlewoth some toime ago, Axt me for't just giv' him a co' j On th' day wen Ms adopted son, Attaint tlie age ov twenty-one. I tliankt him for the inritashun, To the birthday celebrashun , An seein' his moind wur fermly bent, Aw reddily did giv' konsent, Th' woife sed same neet aw're easy led, Aye lass, ur aw should ne'er bin wed ; Moi wurd wen aw sed that to hur, Hoo did kick up a bonny stur. But 'twur no use aw didn't care. To mon let wimmen tawk ther share ; Its foolishness to be yed strung, To connot stop a woman's tung. Neaw ladies, bless yo, do excuse, Aw've noan cum heere yo to abuse ; Nor ony unkoind wurd to say. On J. H. Shuttleworth's burthday. 24 Lancashire Foejiis We've met togetluir at this place, Eawr good friend's table for to grace ; Theerfore let peace un luv aboide, Whoile over us he does presoide. An' as aw've bin invoited lieere, Av^^'ll do mi best to cause sum cheer, An my friend Scaife ul mak yo grin, Besoide playin' on th' violin. He acts a quack doctor fust rate, Iv yoan noan yerd him its a trayte ; The characters he plays so well, That few ith loine con him excel. "We've aleo gotten Mesthur Pass, Whoa understonds musick fust class ; Awm towd he leeads a foine string band. Which few con equal in the land. Aw've never yerd him play mi'sel, Tho' awm informt he con do well ; Aw see hees browt an instrument, On wliich to play is his intent. A wurd or two an' then aw've done, To eawr good host's adopted son ; Whoa aw wur towd the other day, Had proved to him a constant stay. Lancashire Poems. 25 May he liv' £ov yers to come, An' in the same course still keep on ; Not forgettin' wen gainin' gowd, His foster parents wen they're owd. Awm towd, but whether its true or no, He's keepiu' company wi Miss Lowe ; An' moor nor that aw've yerd it sed, It'll uoan be lung afore they're wed. Wen th' day arroives friends, aw've no deawt, Thoose whoa live heere will clear eawt ; An' let the luvin' bride step in, Hur change ov loife for to begia. -'b^ Lets hope 'twill be a happy one, And that ere lung she'll hav' a son ; Or else a pratty dowter dear. Then wi con howd a kessunin heere. Aw wish um booath health, wealth, an' peace. Until ther wurldly laburs cease, An' wen their race on earth is o'er. Lets hope they'll meet to part no more. 26 Lancashire Poems. COMPOSED AND EECITED AT THE OPENING OF INGE SUBSCEIPTION BOWLING GEEEN. (St*^ EIEND Percy axt me some toime back , •^ A tootlirey Lancashire loines to mak Fort' giv' at tli' openiu' of eawr green, One o'tli' bigst ut ever wur seen. So if yo'll listen for a wlioile, Aw'll neaw attempt i' merry stoile ; Some little matters to relate, Wbicb deawtless yo'll appreciajte. One neet four men together met, An' wlioile tliey o'er tlier glasses set, A noble tbowt popt in one's yed, An' thus to tother three he sed. Let's goo in for a bowin' green, — Apert from th' public-heawse, aw mean, In order that the werkin' class, May meet and play beawt spendin' brass. To which they quickly did agree, An' coed a meetin' at once throo me, On the ninth ov last December, Which some ov yo' no deawt remember. Lancashij'e Poems. 2^ 'Twas in an office, koindly lent, By eawr respected president. Wen officers wur fixt upon, To carry tlie worthy prodgekt on. An' raly, friends, aw mon confess, Tlier work's bin creawnt wi' rare success ; Greiglit praise to um is sliurely due, Yov til' manner they've carried their object throo. Some hav' laburt hard aw know. But then one connot think ov o ; R. Christopher, an' Nixon too Hav' perform't abuv ther due. Then Percy, wi Holden as well, Hav' done far more than aw con tell ; But Halliwell wur late at th' start, An's not had toime to do his part. Besides awm tow'd he couldn't get bricks, Which placed him in a regular fix ; Heawever friends, whoile sittin' here, Just give these five a herty cheer. We've also had friends far tin woide, Sendin' money on every soide ; These are entitled to greight praise, For helpin' us eawr funds to raise. 28 Lancashire Poems. An' iv yo'll koindlj giv' attensliiin, One or two aw'll try to meusliun ; Keepiu' back lots wlio've given foive peawnds, Tlien yo'll get sooner on the play greawnds. Lord Crawford awm very glad to say, Has promist twenty -foive peawnds to-day ; A similar sum's bin gien also, By the Wiggin Coal un Iron Co. *Eawr president next yo'll understond, Subscribed wi a liberal liond ; A sum aw loike to tell agen, Becose its hondsome, ten peawnds ten. Lord Lindsay an' Majendie, M.P., Sent foive peawnds each as yo' will see ; On reference to this little book, If ony one's incloint to look. W. H. Hewlett's given the same, An' Bryham, a miniu' engineer of fame ; Wi Peace eawr company's law protectur. An' J. T. Fitzadam, a directur. Also two more which aw shall name. Whoa koindly subscroibed the same ; Charles Parker, Esq., of Lunnon teawn. An' Williams, coal ageants of reneawn. Alfred Hewlett, Esq., J.P. Lancashire Poems. 29 Otliers hav' sent foive peawnds each too, But as they're not well known to you, An' this bein' eawr openin' day, Aw'll name no more, yo'll want to play. So neaw, i' biddin' yo' adew. Mi partin' words shall be to you, Let peace an' friendship ever abound Eoth on the green and quoitin' ground. By doin' so we shall gain friends. Who will assist to meet eawr ends, And abuv o', to close this rhoime, Never bowl in year employer's toime. 30 Lancashire Poems. COMPOSED AND EECITED AT AN ENTERTAINMENT IN AID OE THE FUNDS OE PENNINGTON GEEEN CEICKET CLUB, ASPULL. ' ADIES an' gentlemen, iv yo'll just giv' attensliun 1^ A few simple lines aw'll ueaw try to menshuu . Koncernin' this Cricket Club, whicli yo' mun know, For til' want o' sum funds ar' just neaw very low. Ith' fust place their greawnd's noan fit to play on, Theerf ore let us render some help iv wi' con ; They'll feel gradely glad iv its only a bit, 'Cose aw know ev'ry member is anxious to flit. There's lotso' good greawndabeawt Pennington Green Belungs to a mon who aw know is'nt mean ; Eriend Beazer, no deawt would, iv axt very nice. Do his best for to get um some at a low price, Erom Mesthur E. Leigh, who wi liberal hand, Has given for ever a portion o' land ; Wheeron a new church will soon be erected. For which he deserves to be highly respected. Lancashire Poems. 31 An' aw think wen lie's towel these yung lads are o' poor He'll oppen his hert an' do a bit moor, Toart helpiu' forward that excellent game, "Which is played far an' wide hi men ov greight fame. Aw've belunged to Haigh Club for twelve yers iv not moor, Though aw've done nothin' micli beside umpire an scoor ; George Holme neaw an' then's put mi deawn in a match. Still he knew o'th' same time aw could do nowt but catch. Heawever, Albert Holker says my owdest son, For his good play this season a proize bat has won ; Although in th' last match he had very bad luck, As yo'd see he was bowled by Bill Bird for a duck. Notwithstondin', th' club's efforts awm glad to confess. Have met wi' a very fair share of success ; Becose friends, so sure as aw stond here aloive Eawt ov fivteen good matches they've only lost f oive, Theerfore, yo'll admit they're entitled to praise, Instead ov which let us endeavour to raise, A sum which will pay when th' next season comes reawnd, Por what's badly wanted — a fresh piece o' greawnd. 32 Lancasliire Poems. Their very best thanks are awready due, To every manager belongiu' this schoo' ; "Which aw understond has koindly bin lent, Until they are able to get a new tent. They're greatly indebted to Jim Gibson also, Por his koindness in lendin' this grand piano ; An' Harry Whittaker's sent some refreshments for nowt, Otherwise dun yo' see they'd hev had to bin bowt. For sich wermherted friends in these toimes of greight need, Ev'ry member's occashun to feel preawd indeed ; An' aw think there are moor abeawt hero o'th' same sort, Ut only want azin' to help on their sport. Mesthur John Leigh, up at Gidlow Ho' Is a noice little mon, which lots on yo' know ; An' as awd some tickets gan me for to sell, Aw coed tother neet an geet on very well. John Seddon, Esq.> is a daycent sort too. He awlua supports me wen aw get up a doo ; " The Firs " wur th' fust place at which aw did co'. An' what tickets he purchastth' committee weel know. Lancashire Poems. 33 Messrs. Beazer an' Gilroy this season aw foind, Have 8ubscribed each a guinea, wliicli shows they are koind ; An' the Kev. E. Walmsley, awm happy to tell, Has sent in a handsome donation as well. An' last, tho' not th' least is Mesthnr E. Piatt, Whoa's dun mi o'th printin' an chargt uowt for that Every member, awm sure, ull be glad wen aw say, For this grand entertainment they've nothin' to pay. So neaw folks aw think its quite toime for to stop. An' let th' next performer step into mi shop ; Becose there's a lengthy programme to get throo, Theerfore aw '11 retire and bid yo' adew. 34 Lancashire Poems . LINES COMPOSED AND EECITED FOE THE JUVENILE MEMBEES OF ST. JOHN" THE BAPTIST BKANCH OF THE CHFIICH OF ENGLAND TEMPEEANCE SOCIETY, NEW SPEINGS, ASPULL, ON JANUAEY 20th, 1879. T^OW all you little boys and girls, ebi) Attention pay to me ; And I will tell you what to do, Eor our Society. Eirst, those of you who've signed the pledge, Pray to the Lord your friend ; Eor strength that you may keep the same, Henceforth unto the end. Each one of you may then expect. Assistance from above ; Because He's promised to help all, Who ask in faith and love. Next, try to get your little friends. These meetings to attend ; And help the New Springs Temperance Branch, Its good work to extend. Lancashire Poems. 86 "We want the yoiinj especially, To join our happy band, That with their efforts we may bring, The drink trade to a stand. Although our meetings are but small, And members rather few ; Let's hope that God will bless the worJi, We've now engaged to do. The movement is a worthy one, You'll readily confess ; Therefore I want each one to try. And make it a success. It has been done in other towns, And why not at New Springs ? My dear friends, is it not time — To change the state of things ? Just look around and you will see. Much sad and sore distress ; Still public houses do increase. Oh ! would that they were less. 'Twas only yesterday I saw. While walking down Cale Lane ; A notice fixed upon a door, Which told me very plain, 36 Lancashire Poems. An application would be made In a fortnight or so ; Eor another out-door license^ And 'twill be got also. New spirit vaults are being made, In country and in town ; I wish our bigb authorities, Would put such places down. Thousands are dressed in rags to-day, And sadly short o£ bread ; Who might had they but kept off drink, "Been better clothed and fed. Great praise is due to Mr. James, I'm sure you'll all admit ; Eor thus commencing this grand cause, That we might benefit. He's labour'd hard day after day, This object to attain ; Then let us help him all we can, Because its for our gain. John Christopher you'll understand, Deserves our thanks as well ; For all his able services. Which few men could excel. Lancashire Poems. 37 Really friends I cannot tell, Whatever we should do ; Did he not come and kindly help, This new work to get through. So now my little folks farewell. Perhaps some future time ; I may write you a piece again, When we've got more to sign. 38 Lancashire Poems. A TOET SONG. FOB THE WIGAN PAELIAMENTAET ELECTION, 1880. Tune — " When Johnny comes marching home." I^T^EAW lads, wen yo' begin to feiglit, — beware ! ^^ beware ! Think what was done i' Sixty-eight, unfair ! unfair ! Deawn 'ith pits bi a well known mon, Just for th' sake of his brother John, Who upset eawr Tory men on the votin' day. Boath Lancaster and Woods wur sent — thro' that ! thro' that ! Eawr good owd teawn to represent — an sat ! an sat ! Until Eighteen-seventy-four, Wen two stanch Tories wur sent o'er, Wich made the Eadikils look pale, as they went merchin home. Lindsay an' Knowles ar' worthy men ; an' true ! an true ! If yo' don't send 'em back agen — yo'll rue ! yo'll rue So from this moment knock abeawt, Yote for th' Tories an' keep th' Whigs eawt ; Then we'll sing gay wen Johnny goes marchin' 'ome. Lancashire Poems. 39 They ar' the men to hav' a place — becose ! becose ! Tkro' um we've means eawr meiglit to raise — an' clothes ! an' clothes ! While t'other two aw'll bet a creawn, Spend hardly owt for th' good o'th' teawn ; These ar' things to ponder o'er afore the polling day. Kurnel Corquodale con't win — awm sure ! awm sure He would look better givin' the tin — to th' poor, to th' poor. One would think th' chap owt to hay' sense To keep away an' save th' expense, Which he will surely hav' to pay wen the job is o'er. Do, bless yo lads, bi firm, aw pray — to th' end ! to th' end ! So that true blue's may win the day — an' send! an send ! The same two gentlemen once more, To'll find 'em trusty to the core ; An' we'll all sing gay wen the Whigs go merchin' home. ^ Lancashire Poems. LINES ON A VISIT TO LUNNUN. '-^EAW foak iv yo'll gi mi a bit o' yoar toime, \^ Aw'll spin a short ditty i' Laukysliur rlioime ; Abeawt tli' last wick's visit to Lunnun's big teawn, Wheer things surproist mi as aw rode up an' deawn. Aw left mi owd derlin' an' th' childer o reet, At a very strange heawr, an' travelt i'th' ueet ; Becose iv yo' book to goo bi a chep trip, To mun bi theer i' toime or gi some one a tip. Train started fro "VViggin a bit afore two, An' in a short toime aw wur landed at Crewe ; Wheer lots left ther places refreshments to get, Whoile eawr owd iron boss his whistle did wet. Then wi seet off agen an' kept peggin away, Till Staffort wur rowt, wheer sum chaps soakt ther clay; An' aw cud ha' done wi a bit ov a drain, But cud'nt get sarvt, so aw went back to th' train. Aw had a wee drop o' stuff in a bottle, An' neaw an' then peawrt a sope deawn i' mi throttle. Just to prevent one fro catchin' a cowd, "Wich trav'lers ar' subjekt to wen growiu owd. Lancashire Poems. •41 Aw wur welly done up wen aw geet to tli' fur end, Wheer aw happent to meet Eobert Selkirk, mi' f rend ; "Whoa wur koindly waitin' at th' stashun for me, An' sed whoile aw stopped his guest aw mut be. Wi geet a good breakfast, a wash, an' seet eawt, For til' grand Crystal Palace an' lookt reawnd abeawt ; It's a wunderful place an' whot aw see tbeer, Aw I'alj con't tel, but a bit yo shall hear. Mesther Manns, wur conductin' an orchestra fine, Toole actin' an engineman off the line ; Madame Patey, Poli, an' two other hands, Wur singin' assisted bi three fust class bands. Dinnie, the Scotchman sum gud feats did show, Aw tawkt to a diver i'th' water below , Th' visitors chuckt coppers in for a little fun ; "Wen they'd done aw ait him to ston a glass ov rum. Th' chap know'd very weel aw wanted nowt o'th' sooart ; "Wi wur but simply tawkin' to cause a bit o' spoart ; Still aw didn't work for nowt — J. Brooks gi mi a book ; Iv yo want to see it coe at eawr heawse an look. 42 Lancashire Poems. Sum four hundred steps aw next climbt iv not more, An' lookt through mi glass the vast landskape o'er ; Then sharply made back i'th' insoide for mi tay, Bowt a few bits o' things an' then left for that day. Aw turnt eawt o' Tewsday wi' mi hert ful o' glee, To coe on mi koind friend, Lord Lindsay, M.P. ; His heawse is i' Brook-street, an' wen aw knockt at th' door It wur very soon answert bi' Benjamin Moor. Whoa laft an' then sed cum forward this way, I am certain I've seen your face up at Haigh. His Lordship just then at his breakfast wur sat, So the butler an' me had a bit ov a chat. Wen breakfust wur o'er he went up to his room, Towd him aw're deawn stairs an he sent for me soon ; Neaw judge mi surproise wen he shook mi bi'th' hond, An' made mi sit deawn though aw wanted to stond. Then he said I am glad to see you here, Brown, Is there anything I can do for you in town ; Aw towd him it wud be a rich trayt to me, Iv through th' heawse o' Perliment aw cud get to see. I Lancashire Poems. ^ So lie seet deawn an' wrote eawt an order for two, 'Cose aw towd him James Ashton wud like to look tliroiigli ; Here's also another one for Thursday's debate ; It's spechully for you Brown, so aw went theer i' state. His Lordship then gi' mi a neat little boo It, A work ov his own yo con coe in an' look. He also has written mi name i'th' insoide, An' as lung as aw liv' aw shal look on't wi proide. Aw thankt him koiudly for conductin' mi through, His fancy workshop durin' mi interview ; An' explainin' sum wheels he had recently made, Wich no deawbt wud hav' put lots o' litters i'th' shade. Now, Brown, said his Lordship, what more can I do ? Well, mi Lord, aw shud proise year likeness, that's true ; But th' perty whoa keeps em wur eawt on that day, So he promist to send mi one over to Haigh. Mesther Hands, whoa resides up i' Berkley Square, An' keeps a respektable hostelry there ; Treated mi th' same as iv awd bin his pet, Sich koindness as that one shudno forget. 4A Lancashire Poems. Aw seed sum grand places an' went in a few ; For yoar informashun aw'll name one or two ; Tlie Britisli Museum an' Kensington, too, Ar' wuth onyone's whoile to hav' a peep through. They chergt mi a bob for admishuu to'th' Teawer, Wheer a warder explaint things for welly an heawr ; Abuv one hundred theawsand guns he did say, Wur actily stored i'th' buildin' that day. Th' Nashunal Gallery's a very noice seat, Its collecshun o' picters afford a rich treat ; An' whot's best ov o' yoan nothin' to pay, So don't miss this shop wen passin' that way. Through Westminster Abbey an' also St. Paul's), Aw've passed once or twoice an' examin't the walls ; "Wheer lots o' grand moniments ar' to be seen, Ov brave men who've fowt for ther country an' Queen. Whoile i'th' grand Cathedral a tanner aw spent, An' abuv' th' whisp'rin gallery made an ascent ; Thinks I to misel' aw'll be a greight mon, An' whoile up at Liumun see o' as aw con. Awve not towd yo o', aw cud tel yo sum more. But awm sure yo'll admit it's quite toime to giv o'er ; An' iv ever aw goo i' that querter agen, Aw'll gi' yo' another rough sketch fro mi pen. Lancashire Poems. 46 LINES ON MT FIEST APPEAEANCE IN WIGAN. EN penny readin's fust begun, Aw thowt awd try mi hand ; An' use wliot talent aw possest, Throoeawt mi native land. Awst ne'er forget th' fust toime aw read, I' Wiggin Publick Ho' ; An' iv mi memory is correkt ; Its sixteen vers ago. William Hardy read th' same neet, An' T. E. Ellis too ; They very soon put me i'th' shade, Mark ! whot aw say is true. But then aw ne'er wur sent to th' schoo', Eawr f oak wur very poor ; Mi feyther'd but twelve bob a wick, To keep him and six moor. Some toimes mi mother workt a bit, For Hill at th' Standish Ho' ; Or else wi never could hav' lived, An' paid th' heawse rent an' o. 46 Lancashire Poems. Ther wur but one schoo' near eawr heawse, Towt by a Mesthur Price ; His sou resides i'tb' village neaw, An' doiu' very nice. Iv awd gone to that grammar skoo, An' larnt o'th subjeks tliroo, Aw sbud'ut Lav' bin Dick Deadeye neaw — Praps th' captain o' some crew. Heawever foalk aw'U not complain, At mi low posisbun ; Tbeawsauds o' eddykated men, Ar' in a wuss condisbun. Wen Ealpb Darlington coed o' me, To read a funny tale ; Prom tb' pen o' my friend Brierley, Wboas pieces never fail. Some young fellows wboa stood at tb' dur, Begun to laf£ at me ; But after o' aw sarvt urn eawt, An' tbat yo'll quickly see. Afore awd gotten liawve way tbroo', Some twenty- foive or six ; Kept neaw an' tben strikin' tb' floor, Wi canes an' fancv sticks. Lancashire Poems. *7 Mi subjekt certainly wur lung, An' it had getten late ; But th' Cheermon sed ne'er heed urn Brown, I'm willin' for to wait. So aw kept on an' read th' piece tlaroo', An' after it wur o'er ; Some applause were given to me, An' one fop sed onkore. Mony a eliap would ne'er hav' refid, Another piece agen ; But aw're determint to keep on An' conquer sich like men. Though aw made a very bad start, Success is drawin' near; Its only whot one may expect, Iv he'll but persevere. Two men wur in the theatre, "Wen aw wur axt to sing ; A song which caused the audience, To make th' owd buildin' ring. Eh ! what a different meetin', Thoose gentlemen would see ; Compared wi that i'th' Publick Ho', Wen each one fust yerd me. 48 Lancashire Poems. In fact one ov um sed th' same neet, In tlie Royal Hotel ; Tour tory song pleased me the best, Becose yo did it well. Drink up an' hav' a glass wi' me, My good friend, H. did say ; For which aw thank't him an' then sed, Yes sir, some other day. So neaw young men wen yo' begin, Some useful work, and good, Don't be put deawn bi ony one, Act loike bowd Eobin Hood. Lancashire Poems. ^^ LINES COMPOSED AND GIVEN IN ME. CHAELIE KEITH'S CIECIJS, ON THE EYENIN& OF HIS BENEFIT. ,Y ADIES an' gentlemen, please excuse, My comin' liere yo' to amuse, Becose aw ttink that ev'ry mon Sliud do a good turn wen lie con. No deawt yo'd loike to see Jim Erown Act in this circus loike a clown ; "Wouldn't it be rare fun for you ? But that aw don't profess to do. Friend Keith, one Saturday at noon, Axt me i' Master Best's front room, If awd recoite or sing a bit, On the night of his benefit. Yes, wi' my employers' consent, "Who wouldn't refuse if aw wur bent ; After wich aw yerd uowt more Till th' last wick's papper wurlookt o'er. When aw fust read mi name i' print. Up th' office steps aw made a sprint, To ax mi mesther his advice, He alius deals wi me so nice. ^0 Lancashire Poems. "Well, he said, you'd best go down, Becose you're well known tliro' the town, An' give a song or recitation For the people's delectation. Aw spoke to Charlie Keith th' same night, Who said he thought that all was right, Or he wouldn't have used my name ; Neaw yo' con choose where lies the blame. He's on a p;reight expense, no deawt. An' soon may have to clear eawt ; Therefore, he's anxious to get gain, Whoile i' Wijijcrin he does remain. 'OO' Aw' dunnot wish to do th' chaj) harm, Though someone's made my shop so warm ; May success his travels attend, Till his circus is at an end. He caters weel yo'll o admit, An' owt to reap some benefit ; Splendid talent he engages, "Which must cost enormous wages. His performers are o' clever, Some as popular as ever ; One or two aw'll try to menshun. If yo'll kindly give attenshun. Lancashire Poems. 61 Madame Gilbert aw loike to see, Hoo rides an' acts so gracefully, Ko matter whether on horse or feet, Hur actions are to me a treat. Aw munnot forget Miss Marguerite, Hur stoile o' ridin' suits me quite. Especially in that Swiss scene, Wich hoo goos throo' so neat au' clean. George Gilbert does some darin' tricks. It's astonishin' heaw th' chap sticks ; Whoile the horse is gallopin reawnd He jumps straight up on't from the greawnd. Carter and Douglas both ride well, Wi more whose names aw' connot tell. An' Mrs. Keith aw loike to see. Who on the tight rope pleases me. Erno and Onzo's antics please, Booath are awhoam on the trapeze ; Besoides they're funny lookin' chaps, An' keep hittin' each other raps. Little Lizzie's work aw admire. The girl's so young to walk on wire, Though her daddy stands by hur side Watchin' hur little footsteps gKde, 52 Lancashire Poems. Charlie Keith, yo' mim understand, Performs a trick on his right hand Which awVe never seen done before, Aw coe it swimmin' on the shore. Each of those three lads are clever, There equals, friends, aw've seen never ; Would it not be a greight disgrace If in my lines they'd not a place ? Nimse, who acts as Keith's stud groom Does his part in another room. And judgin' from each horse's state, The man acquits himself first-rate. Bianchi and his splendid band, Discourse some fust-class music grand ; Therefore aw'U give to them their due, Becose whot aw neaw say is true. There's Chapman, too, plays well his part. He seems to have it off by heart, Few ringmasters can him excel, So neaw aw'll stop an' say farewell, Lancashire Poems. 53 COMPOSED AND B CITED AT LEIGH WOEKHOUSE, on the occasion of the annual teeat, giten by j. h. nichols, esq., to the inmates, Januaet 1st, 1881. ^\Y rELL foak awm gradely glad to see ^Zyi To'n bin sar'vt wi a rare good tea, Throo a gentlemen aw well know God bless Mm au' Ids wife also. Aw once fill'd a situation Under liim at Wiggin Station ; He wur tb' goods agent at tbat time On tbe owd North Union line. A better mester aw ne'er had, He never sauced or said owt bad, An' wen aw chanced to do owt wrung He alus spoke mild wi his tung. Though twenty yers hav' past an' gone, He's here th' fust day i' eighty one ; Lets hope he'll live o'er twenty moor. An' show th' same charity to th' poor. 54 Lancashire Poems. Its not tV fust time, aw understand, That he's stretched forth his lib'ral hand In order to provide some cheer For o yo' inmates each new year. His better hawve, aw mun confess, Has striven hard an' gain'd success ; "Wen mon an' wife together poo A fortune they deserve that's true. Aw ne'er thowt afore their marriage, They'd keep sicb a hoss an' carriage As that in wich aw've had a ride Fro' Lowton Church Schoo to Parkside. "Wheer his residence, Sandfield Ho, Is situated, yo' shud coe ! Moi word it is a bonny phice. An' wouldn't a lord or earl disgrace. ^o'^ Awm sure yo'll o' wi me agree He's just th' reet mon for a J.P., As well as guardian of the poor. Whoa Lowton foak shud keep secure. If they dunnot aw deawt they'll rue, Becose he's genuine an' true ; His splendid treats each newyer's day "Will bear me eawt in whot aw say. LancasTiire Poems. 55 May peace an' plenty Mm attend, An' blessin's from on liigli descend Upon him an' his worthy wife, Throoeawt this sinful mortal life. An' wen life's battles here are o'er, May they both meet to pert no more In that breet mansion up abuv. Where all is joy, an' peace, an' luv. ^6 Lancashire Poems. THE PEMBEETON LIBEAET EPISODE. I l^cTV took up yoar papper last wick, A few little bits to glance o'er, An' wurn't aw surproised for to see That meetin' whicli cawst sicli uproar. An as aw've bin axt bi sum friends To put a few verses i' rhoime Abeawt the disgraceful affair Aw'll do so, though stinted for toime. Directly the schoo' clock struck seven, H. Widdows geet up to propose That owd fermer Whoite shud tak th' cheer Until the proceedins did close. Wich sum mon soon jumPt up to secund, His name they coed Tetton, aw think. An' judgin' fro' th' chap's windy talk, Aw guess he'd had summat to drink. Beawt puttin the moshun to th' meetin* Owd Whoite at once popt into th' chair, Afore Mester Barrett* arroived, Wich yo mun admit were unfair. e- * Chairman of the Local Board, Pembertou. Lancasliire Poems. 57 The Local Board foak wur axt fust A ratepayer's Eaeetin' t' convene, Then why not let tli' reet nn presoide ? For shame on yo actin so mean. TVhoite owt to ha' shift o' one soide, An gan Mester Barrett his place ; Things wud ha' gone far better on, Besoides lessenin' th' shame an disgrace. *Partington seem'd quite astonish'd. An' hardly cud tell whot to do ; Whoile Barrett an' o his supporters Appeart likewoise in a stew. fCharnock, fro' Wiggin, spoke eawt plain, An' towd 'em regardless o' feor, His candid opinion wur, That Barrett shud ockipy th' cheor. Heawever, it o' wur no use, They couldn't get owd Whoite to stur ; Theerfore, they had no other plan But to tak matters just as they wur. Aw'm towd sum o'th' roughs wur quite fresh, Not wi drink in' hot coffee an' tay, But sum nowty stuff wich it seems, Droives senses an' rayson away. * Clerk of tho Local Board, t Their Lawyer's Clerk. 58 Lancashire Poems. Neaw, iv the report be o' true, An' there is no occashun to deawt, Why didn't thoose greenhorns ger up, Put their hats on, an' then walk reet eawt ? Heaw con fhe owd village improve Wi sich stormy meetings as that ? Neaw, moind yo iv they dunnot rue Sum day wen it's happen too late. A big B aw'm glad did attend, Still th' swarm only made twenty-foive ; Neaw, whot cud thoose few warkers do Wi' two hundred drones keawrt i'th' hoive ? One little un stuck loike a " Leech,"* An' browt sum grand matter to bear In order to get the Acts pass'd, But the numskulls, yo see, didn't care. Heaw cud thoose bad fellows, for shame, That koind little mon to abuse Whoile doiu' his utmost to get Each workin' men's childer chep news? It shows whot an ignorant lot Wur pack'd into th' sclioo'reawm that neet ; They cudn't ha' carried on wuss If raly they bad bin noan reet. Wm. Leech, Esq., Member of the Local Board. Lancashire Poems 59 When Barrett stud up on his feet He spoke loike a sensible chap, But ere he had said mony words The cheorman hit him a hard rap. Mester Alker* did o' he could, An' made a foine offer besoide, Wich aw see they wud not accept. He had to sit deawu an' aboide. Aw'm glad to see James Moss wur woise. An' wish aw cud say th' same for Bill, Becose it hurts me, dun yo see, To tawk o' mi uayburs so ill. All honour to thoose twenty-foive For tryin to pass a good skame, Wich wud hav browt credit to th' parish, Instead o' so very mich blame. If the Libraries' Acts didn't pass, Aw'm sertin that sum could be made Wich wud pleos foak reawnd abeawt here, Th' promoters wud droive a rare trade. Whot sen yo, lads, shud wi just try To ger up a bit ov a do, Aw know one who wud prepare th' piece. An' help ua to act a bit too. ♦Edward Alker, Esq., a Member of the Local Board. 60 Lancashire Poems. Ell ! sliudn't wi hav lots o' sport, It wud be a capital trick ; Aw'll promis' to act Billy Moss, An' knock abeawt th' stage wi a stick. After o', cHaps, it wudn't be reet To carry the lark quite so far ; Then let's hope they'll grow woiser men, An' leave matters just as they are. SUBSCRIBERS. Ackerley, Henry, Wigau Ainswortb, Henry, Haigh Airey, T., Wigan Anderton, E. W., Hindley Appleton, C, Greeuhill, Wigan Arnott, W. H , Laurel House, Lowton Athertou, T., Poplar House, Hiudley Baldwin, John, 6, Park View, Wigau Barker, W., Little Scotland, Blackrod Barlow, Daniel, Wigan Barlow, J. E., Wigan Barlow, Robt., Wigan Barnish, Dr., Wigan Barrett, W. S., Liverpool Berry, Wm., Surgeon, Wigan Blaylock, Councillor, Wigan Bolton, W., Borough Engineer, Wigan Boydell, James, Farnworth Bradley, Robt., Parbold Brandretb, James, Warrington Bridgeman, Hon. & Rev. Canon, The Hall, Wigan. Brookes, E., Standish Brown, W. D., Wigan Browne, John, Wigan Bryan, Rev. W. B., the Yicarage, Haigh Bryham, John, Ince Bryham, W., Ince Hall Bryham, W. jun., Pagefield, Wigan Byrom, Alderman, Wigan Campbell, G. L., Wigan Carey, J. 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