04-20-2009, 08:22 AM
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Welcome aboard!
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The Lamplighter's Pole
Dids’t ever ‘earken tale o’t little fella,
oo went roun’t gas lamps, leetin’ ‘um ut neet?
Wen it wer dusk wi’t pole ‘ed cum roun’t corner,
yud see ‘im in ‘is wellies, top o’t street.
‘E’d leet each one ‘n stan’ back ‘n admire it,
‘e tended each wi’ pride ‘n lovin’ care.
‘Ed allus raise ‘is cap t’greet mi muther,
‘n pat me top mi yead, if a wer ther.
Wen ‘e ‘ad finish’t streets ‘n streets uf ‘ouses,
e’d catch er double decker buzz t’t town,
‘n if ‘e manage’t gerr a seat on’t bottom,
‘e’d perch ‘issel on th’edge, ‘n lie pole down.
But one day ther’ wer’ only room on’t platform,
lampleeter stood ther’ wi’ ‘is pole ut side,
wen young man oo’d jump’t on as it wer’ movin,
fount ‘e wer’ gerrin’ more thun just er ride.
‘E ran fert buzz an’ leep’ reet ut last minute,
try’t swing ‘issel’ isside bi graspin’t rail,
but grabb’t isstead, t’is dismay, lampleeter’s wooden pole,
an’ ended up in’t puddle, shock’t ‘n pale.
Elene Humphries
(Read on Radio Lancashire)
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