my Grandad told me this in the 1970's, he lived in Crewe, not far from the Derbyshire border. it's great to see all the different variations

A sin ah Sal's new bonnit
Tis a reet un, no mistack
Wreath o' roses on it
An a feather, reet up back
Ah Sal went church on Sunday
An the people stood up an stared
An the parson said in is temper
'Tis a place of worship, not a fayre...'
At this ah Sal grew angry
And to the Parson said
'Shut thy clatter, thy with a bald ead
Nauwt on it, nauwt in,
Doth want a feather from my bonnit?'