We'll show thee how to 'grottle'. We're getting deawn to t'silly stuff, funny walks an' all. Poor Charlie's brokken 'earted. All too soon comes midneet when th'r' t' really having fun. Thas feels as though tha could goo on 'till t'rising up o' to' sun.
Last dance is done, and th'encore too, eawr gear's all stacked away.
Well, there are reasons enough, as you will see. To find freedom after a Monday at work, Away from the factory, and the fussing desk clerk. Leylan'ers still reminisce 'Beawt t'good times gone n' t'seets thi miss, Yon Vicar's Fields 'n' Watter Street, 'N' t'seawnd o' clinker's shooon on t'feet. Maypow Donce 'n' t'Morris men, Yon Mayfield wur a pitchur then. N' t'mantelshelf high up aboon.