|DANCING IS A FUN WAY OF GETTING EXERCISE AND MAKING NEW FRIENDS|
|Roy Smith of Hoghton Folk Dance Club, near Preston has written a poem in Lancashire Dialect. Although many Lancashire people have a recognisable accent, not many nowadays speak in a real Lancashire Dialect. Why not try and see if you can decipher it.|
|A PLEA FROM
HOGHTON FOLK DANCE CLUB
t'Hoghton-on-the-hill - it's allus bright an' sunny;
Cum ov a Toosda' evening' - tha'll hev value fer thi money.
But we've a problem, aw tell thee, as isn't verra common;
To' mony chaps an' nod enoo' lasses - it con cause commotion,
It's all awreet when we're sittin' reawnd, an' chewin' t'fat together -
But then yon Caller sheawts us up: "Ne'er mind beawt the weather!
Ged in her sets, an' maek lung lines; 'eeads up, an' smile a bit."
But then all t'ladies rustle abeawt - they just corned do wi' it.
They get fair giddy, quick as leet, an' look at each other funny:
"Us four's wrung i' this 'ere set - we'n getten a chap to' mony."
"Nay, nay, that's reet, aw tell thee true:
He's dancin' t'part o' one o' you!"
Well! Wimmen dancin' as chaps - what's new? Sum do that every wick;
But cum to Hoghton, lasses all, an' yo' can tek yer pick
Ov all them lads - spick, spon an' cleaun - awaiting' yo' in masses;
We're not stuck fer bobbins 'ere - but we're stuck fer mooer lasses!