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Owd Ned's a Rare Strong Chap

When I were a lad wi' me mam and me dad
I never 'ad no fun,
Till I took it into me head one day
A way from whom I'd run.
First I met two silly fat buggers,
By crimes, they made me mad,
For they were grinning all ower their face
At me, an Owdham lad.

CHORUS
Like a fine owd English gentleman
One of the owd brigade.

First I came to a factory,
I'd never been there before,
There were ropes and straps and wheels and sticks
And threads by many a score,
They said Owd Ned turned every wheel
And every wheel a strap.
"Bugger", says I to t' master man
"Owd Ned's a rare strong chap!"

Next I come into a church,
I'd never seen one in me days,
By crimes I were ashamed of meself,
I didn't know their ways.
There were young fowk an' owd fowk
In tubs and boxes sat
And a silly owd bugger sat next to me
Said "Lad, tek off thy hat!"

Well in come a big Lord Mayor
On his shoulder he'd a club,
He first jumped into a long white shirt
And then into t' topmost tub,
He said rich folk would go to heaven
And poor folk would go to hell.
I said "Sit down tha silly owd bugger
Tha don't know t'road thysel".

Then a feller come round wi' a plate o' brass
By crimes he hands it round,
And me not bein' a silly owd bugger
I nobbut took half a crown.
A silly owd bugger sat next to me
I thowt he were gooin' to dee
I said "Sit down tha silly owd bugger
Aw've left some in for thee!"

When t'preachin' an' prayin' were over,
And we all were gooin' away,
I went to t'feller in t'long white shirt
To see if there's owt to pay.
He said "No lad, there's nowt to pay"
By crimes I were right fain,
So I picked up me hat and picked up me cane
And toddled of whom again.