Incorporating Snuffy's suggestions gives me:


When I first geet wed, I were lucky folks said,
For when't buzzer for work went each day,
I'd no far to gew, 'cos I lived in't mill brew, [far to go]
It were nobbut a cockstride away

If weavin' were bad, sometimes I'd get mad,
I were fain to go home to me tay, [to me tea]
When't bell brought release, I found quietness and peace,
They were nobbut a cockstride away.

In life too you'll find, it's a day ona, mind, [? day only]
The sky mote be cloudy and grey, [might be]
But keep ploddin' on, and you'll find at th'ould sun
Is nobbut a cockstride away

When yer thrutched i' yer mind, or fed up wi' life's grind,
There's tonic for which yer derrun't pay,   [don't pay]
On these grond moors around, God's fresh air is soon found, [grand]
And the're nobbut a cockstride away

When yer shackled wi care, dunna mope i' despair,
No matter what skeptics mote say, [might say]
Lift yer hearts fra yer shoon, trust the good lord aboon [shoes, above]
For he's nobbut a cockstride away


I find some Lancashire dialect writing quite hard to read, so I'm nto going to try to write it. So the above just has what I think may be needed for it to scan reasoanbly and rhymte for non-Lancastrians (west Pennine Yorkshire folk should be OK as well)