It's a reet mucky stream be th'Irwell, tha knaws,
Naw swans, lihke t'Avon, fer sure!
Theh doan't run naw Bawt Rehce un this stinkin' rill,
Nawwun clehmes tharrit's wattas be pure!
Sum reckun it's nowt burra sewer,
Wihle utthas pretend it's not theer,
Burrat wun tihme aw t'utha, befaw bloody mills,
Th'Irwell weer luvly 'n' clear,
Wi' fish swimmin' in it, 'n' gradely green banks,
But mill-awnas weer wantin' moor gawld!
In them dehs Eawr Lanky weer reet bonnie plehce,
Plessunt 'n' green t' beeawld,
Till factries 'n' mills mehde t'reet mess uv t'lot,
Leastwehs, thass woarrah've bin toald. Burravin' sed that, let's nevva ferget
Th'Irwell's paht of Eawr Lanky, owd mehte,
'N' fer Mike t' cawl Audrey t'mouth uv t'stream, Ah agree tharrits
ap-praw-pri-ehte!
BLOWICK
Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 22:35:03 (BST)
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