Young Bill, tho only straight fro' schoo'
Had forced his mind fro' crumpet
And jeyned up wi' is local band,
An' elped em eawt ont trumpet.
But is weakness cum on practice neet
He was never theer on time
Late to t'schoo room, o'er meadow went,
Tramplin' muck and lime.
O'er thair there cum this waft o' brass
He sat upon a meawnd
He'd tell em when he geet inside
Heaw gradely were the seawnd
They all were pleased fot ere o' this
Un t'faces started t'glisten
They awl at once put th'instruments deawn
Un went outside to listen!
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