“...The natives took to heir heels and ran, / Too get in the cellar of th’ old Queen Anne,
And whilst they waited for the word “All clear”, / They played Old Harry with the landlord’s beer
They were nice and comfortable, there’s no doubt, / ’Cause they stayed there till the beer ran out;...”
[Invasion of Great Hucklow (CENSORED), L. du Garde Peach(?)]

The Luftwaffe did miss Sheffield once and bombed the countryside somewhere between Great Hucklow and Foolow instead.

The Village Players, Great Hucklow: Twenty five years of play producing, 1927-52 by Peach might be a worth a look.