Subject: Th' Nue Ralewae Te Anfeeld Plane
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Date: 15 Apr 02 - 11:18 AM
Th' Nue Ralewae Te Anfeeld Plane It wis in the month e November.
En ipon th' thorteenth dae,
Th' eer in hiteen ninety three,
When th' nue ralewae
Wis oapind oot for minoril,
For th' cumpiny wis flade
Te trust th' lives e wor cany aud wives,
Th' line been nuely lade. Spoken-
It wis vary thowtfil e th' ralewae cumpiny te trie th' line we deed stock forst, but thor wid nivor been e ralewae muaid tiv Anfeeld Plane if it hadnit been Billy Bulmore, Ridily, th' owerseeor, en Bil Indyan, West Stanla, en th' oanly wae thit we cin recompense thim is we singen th' chorus- Chorus:
We'll sing in praise e Bully Bulmore,
Ridily en Indyan th' suaim,
We shud trie it th' next big elechshin
Te put M.P. te thor nuaim,
If ther awn expense for th'
Cuntry-side
Thae laibor'd neet en dae,
Lang mae th' liv for te ride up en doon
Ipin th' nue ralewae. Wen hitten ninety fower cum in
The tauk wis neet en dae,
Wunderen wen the tranes wid start
Ipon th' nue raleway.
Genueiry past en went,
En eesed es e wor pane,
Februairy th' forst com in,
En browt es th' mornen trane. Spoken—Ye shud see th' cany aud wives gigin eboot, sum
We th' glass e thor hand—hauf tite, drinken e helth te th'
Nue raleway. Tripey Nan shoots: join we me en we'll sing- Chorus
Mony e scor freh Stanla went,
Likewis freh Tanfeeld Lee,
En met it Sheel Raw staishin,
Th' mornen trane te see.
Wen thare ard th' wussil blaw
It set th' plaice elive,
Three cheers went up freh yung en aud,
Wen th' forst trane did erive. Spoken—Aw wis stanen beside a chep wen th' shooten started, aul nivor forget it, he vary neer shifted my nolidge box off its plaicem, he had hes mooth wide oapen, it just put e th' mind iv e empty hoose, he had nee teeth in, aw cud see reet doon hes throate en neerly throo th' back door, but aw shifted me stand en began to sing— Chorus There wis money a score got in
Te ride the Annfeeld Plane,
Just te sae thaid ad e ride,
In th' forst nue ralewae trane.
Two cany awd fish wives, like the rest
Th' sade thaid geten thor wish,
Thae wid oftin be oot e th' cuntry noo
We thor baskets en thor fish. Spoken- Jack Smith had a gam cock clocken, en he wis doon it Bob Johnstin's it Sheel Raw, geten e clecken e weel bred eggs, he ad six e one pockit en sivin e the turthor, but wen he got tiv Anfeeld Plane he oanly ad two, the carrigis war that full his eggs wis awl broken, when he gat yem he put he's cote under the clocker, he still expects te git th' breed, aw wish he may, aw left im thare singen— Chorus-
If ye want to gan te th' peopil's paliss,
Or th' Neugit Street Impire,
Ye heh nee caul te bothor yor heed,
E cab or e trap te hire.
Th' tranes is runen for te sute es awl
Ipon th' Sheel Raw line,
Ye can gan e th' mornen or the eftorneun,
For te' see th' pantomime- Chorus One Good Source:Polisses & Candymen, The Complete Works of Tommy Armstrong, The Pitman Poet, ed. Ross Forbes, TommyArmstrong Memorial Trust, 1987.
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