yor dowters, an' relatives,
Shout, lads, shout for the Worth Valley Railway.
Railway, railway.

Cum an' hear Oufield mak his oration,
Yo'll say in yor conshunce he spack it rait fairly,
He'll say 'at poor Haworth never yet hed fairashun,
But he'll speak of the thing that will flurish it rarely.
Railway, &c.

Saw ye Ike Ouden wi' his mehogany wheelbarrow,
Cum dig the furst sod wi' his spade o' silver,
He wheel'd it daan th' plank as strayt as a arrow,
An' tipt it as weel as a navvy or delver.
Railway, &c.

Saw yo the church so anshunt in history,
Read yo the Latin words high in the steeple,
Hear yo the sounds that arose from the belfry,
It seem'd to be shaating along wi' the people.
Railway, &c.

Th' Railway wur i' iverybody's maath, wat wi singin' an' shaatin', them
'at cud do northur wisper'd in one anuther's ears--Railway. But gettin'
to whear th' ceremuny wur to tak place, th' proceshun halted an' formed
itseln into a raand ring, an' cheers wur geen wi' shakin' hats an'
handkerchiefs, which lasted wal thair showders an' arms warked wal they'd
hardly strength to shut thair maaths an' don thair hats on. But
hasumever they managed to get reight agean, an' then a parson call'd Ned
Oufield gat up an' made th' following narashun--

Fellow countrymen an' citizens o' Haworth, it gives me gurt plezzure to
see such a gurt event as this tak place i'th' city o' Haworth, namely,
diggin' th' first sod o' wat's call'd Grand Trunk Line between Keighla
an' your native element, an' reight pleased I am to offishiate as
chairman on this occashun. Prehaps sum on you maint naw wat I mean wi'
yer native element; but I mean yer oud mountain side, ha naw yo like yer
forefathers, yo love it dearly tho yer ancestors wur nowt but barbarians
in th' fourth and fifth centries, yet thay wur th'first to embrace
christianity, which thay did in th' year 600 be th' Latin inscripshuns on
th' church steeple (loud cheers). And although yo been behind wi' yor
Railway, ye been up i' different arts an' sciences. Wot nashun my
friends can boast of a majishun like yor owd Jack K---? (Loud Cheers).
He wor a credit to yo' all, an yo' wur sadly indetted to him; he
proffesied twenty year sin 'at this event wod cum to pass (a voice--ha
wish he wur alive he sud be contractor), an' if h'ed been livin' to this
day its a hundred to one but th' R