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Bowton's Yard

At number three, reet facin' t'pump, Ned Grimshaw keeps a shop,
He's Eccles Cakes an' ginger bread, an' traycle, beer an' pop;
He sells oat cakes an' o' does Ned, 'e 'as both soft an' 'ard
An' everybody buys off 'im as lives i' Bowton's Yard.

At number five Aw live mesel' wi' owd Susannah Grimes,
But dunno' like so verra weel, hoo turns me eawt sometimes-
An when Aw'm in there's ne'er no light, Aw 'ave to ceawer i'the'dark,
Aw conno' pay mi lodgin' brass, becose Aw'm eawt o' wark.

At number seven there's nobry lives, they flitted yesterday,
Bum baylies come an' marked their things an' took 'em aw away;
They took 'em in a Donkey Cart, Aw know not where they went,
Aw reckon they'n bin ta'en and sowd becose they owed some ' rent.

At number nine, th'owd cobbler lives, th'owd chap as mends mi shoon,
He's gotten verra weak an' done, he'll 'ave to leave us soon;
He reads his bible every day an' sings just like a lark
He says he's practisin' for Heaven, he's welly done his wark.

At number 'leven me uncle lives, Aw co' him Uncle Turn,
He goes to concerts up an' down an' plays a kettle drum;
I' bands o'music an' such things he allus takes a pride
An' allus makes as big a noise as o'i'th'place beside.

An' now Aw've done Aw'll say goodbye an' leave yo' for a while
Aw kneaw Aw haven't towd mi tale i' such a fost rate style
If you're well pleased Aw'm satisfied an'ax for no reward
For tellin' who me neighbors is 'at lives i'Bowton's Yard.