So it should be; The Lad and the Lass/Art comin' t'wakes?

The "Lancashire Lad" and the "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
And me father he's given me half a crown, And me mother she's gone cut me hair
And remember them two girls from down Astley Street, That we met on Bongs market square?
Well they'll be on Caterpillar on Saturday neet, And they reckons as we owt be there

The "Lancashire Lad"...

There's nowt tastes as good as Butterworth's peas, wi' vinegar they're all steamy and black
And then it's one last ride on Cubbins's fair, Before we make our way back
Although we were young and although we were daft, I look back again and I long for
Bongs annual fair, it gets less every year, It'll soon be just in this song

The "Lancashire Lad"...

Art comin' t'wakes? says Jimmy to Joe