[Bob Dobson]

I have a poem in Lancashire dialect which is a duplicate of this. It is called 'All's Werl......'and was wrtitten by the late Trevor Mortonb of Middleton The last verse goes:-

Thar't a cleawt-heyd, young Jack-tha con go an' wed thi Jill
Or go back to that Jane if tha'd rather.
Tha gets reyt thrutched up o'er t'silliest things.
Doesta reckon thi dad's thi father?