Art Comin' t'Wakes?

A Lancashire lad and a Lancashire lass, Stood on the cindery ground
For two weeks each year, the common were theirs, The lad and the lass wore the crown

Art comin' t'wakes? says Jimmy to Joe, There's two sets of dodgems this year
Me father he's given me half a crown, And me mother she's gone cut me hair
Remember them two girls from down Astley Street, That we met on Bond's market square?
Well they'll be on caterpillar on Saturday neet, And they reckons as we ought be there

A Lancashire lad...

There's nowt tastes as good as Butterworth's peas, wi' vinegar all steamin' and black
And there's one last ride on Cubbins's fair, Afore we makes our way back
Although we were young and although we were daft, I thinks back again and I longs for
Bond's annual fair gets less every year, It'll soon be just in a song

A Lancashire lad...