Funny Nuaims It Tanfeeld Pit

If yil be quiet aul try te sing e vorse,
If yor nee betttor wid aw shoor yil be nee worse
Its aboot sum faimis workmin we had it oor pit,
We little picks, or bigins, that cud eethor stand or sit.

Chorus:
Cal the dal, the day,
Fal th' dal, the dido

Th' forst thit aul menshun he stands eboot e yard,
He cums freh Caimbridge, his nuaim yiv oftin ard;
Hees is stiff eboot th' back, is th' neb iv a duck;
Sum daee he will be eeten becaws th' cawl im Pluck.

Th' next is e straingor, his nuaim aul not forget,
He wis catcht it Timmith, but hees getting oot th' net.
Th' Pluck is vary tuaisty, but if aw ad me wish,
Ad wid raithor eet the straingor, becaws th' cawl 'im Fish.

Th' next is e pumpor, th' moast pitmin kens,
Browt up in his cuntry, feedin' ducks en hens;
He cums te the' pit it mornens wiv his botil en his box;
Ye wid think th' hoons wis eftor 'im becaws th' cawl im Fox.

Th' next is e foringor, but hees nees warse for that;
His wark's alwis plaicd like th' tuthors in th' flat.
Hees quiet in sivil buaith in dae leet en dark;
Hees cum'd oot th' wattor for his second nuaim is Shark

Th' next is a champyin, he gans be Butchor Bob.
He once wis e butchor, but he tired iv hees gob;
He fettid beef en muttin for te fill up hungry holes,
But noo hees in th' Busty muaiking roondy coals.

So thares Bob, th' butchor, en thares Eligea Tuck;
Kaity o, Gigor, o Shagor o, en Pluck;
Th' fox en the Fish, en thare th' monstor Shark,
Th' puttor cannot keep them ganen wen thor aul it wark.

It's Kaity O, en Gigor O, en Shagoros's wish
For te hev e suppor we th' Pluck en the Fish;
Thave engaged bob, the butchor, for te cum en kill;
Ivory man it Tanfeld cin cum en hev thor fill.
 
 

One Good Source:Polisses & Candymen, The Complete Works of Tommy Armstrong, The Pitman Poet,  ed. Ross Forbes, TommyArmstrong Memorial Trust, 1987.