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Says a wag to a porter e Haworth one day,

“Yahr not ower sharp are ye drones o’ t’railway,

For fra Keighley to Haworth I’ve been oft enough,

But nivver a hawpenny I’ve paid yah, begoff.”

The porter replied, “I very mitch daht it,

But I’ll give thee a quart to tell all abaht it;

For it looks plain to me tha cuddant pass t’ snicket,

Baht tipping to t’porter thee pass or thee ticket.”

“Tha’l rite up to Derby an’ then tha’l deceive me;”

“I willn’t, this time,” sed t’porter, “believe me:”

“Then aht we thy brass, an’ let us be knocking,

For I’ve walked it a foot back all rahnd be t’Bocking.”