An old song I still sing goes like this :
No lads Aa've left the colliery
Started working for mesel'
To be a travellin candy man
Divent Aa look swell.
When Aa gans out in the morning
To pick up on me roonds
Aal the bairns come gatherin
With their mothers' nighty goons
Wey, tha knaas aa daesna tek them
For fear that aal get wrang
So Aa just blaa me trumpet
And doon the lanes Aa gan
Singin
Hare skins, rabbit skins
Bits o'brass, brokken glass
Hi for the Candy Man