By using Google to search for "gerrin' wed" I found these two poems. They may not be what Paul was looking for, but they look like they're worth having anyway. I love dialect!

Copied from Dreams of Pies and Piers / Lancashire Dialect Poetry:

THE WEDDIN'
(Nellie Crutchlow)

Ah'm gooint be a bridesmaid
Cos eawr Susan's gerrin' wed
I aft t'wear a lung frock
An' some flowers on mi yed

Dad sez Ah'm such a tom-boy-
Allus wearin' pants
Fer a change Ah mun look lahk a lass
An' not offend mi aunts

Mi mam's tried monny an outfit
Wi' ats both big an' small
While Dad keeps busy recknin'
It's sendin' him up wall

Wi' awl th'brass ee's forkin' eawt
Fer this ere weddin' day
Ee just cornt think why people say
Ee's givin' t'bride away

Front parlour favers gift shop
Wi' is side's things an' eawrs
There's beddin, an' clocks, an cookin' pots
An no room ter move fer fleawrs

There's one good thing abeawt it,
Now eawr Susan's off the shelf
Mi Mam an' Dad'll bi gainin' a son
But Ah'll get a room ter miself.