Young lads being catapulted towards Clitheroe
In seldom reported boating accidents
Of mills and warehouses being burned to the ground
Never in a million years were they insurance jobs
One of them never burned down you know
It was on a hill away from canal
Our Albert used to love these trips
I have not seem much of him recently down butchers
That is because he is dead
Oh I am so sorry I am really sorry so is George
You are sorry George
I never knew the chap but if you say I am sorry then I suppose I am
It has been a long time Elsie
He died at 1940
Was he killed in action
No he fell into the canal not far from here
Pissed as a newt they say but I knew him better
He never touched a drop when I was around
The funeral is on Tuesday
Albert always loved Tuesdays
He liked Wednesdays but preferred Tuesdays
I like Saturdays so I watch the Rovers
Nobody asked for your opinion George
Reality is a necessity my dear
Come again
It was nothing just look at those silly ducks
I think that the captain of this barge is rather rude
Ricky
Yes
Cecil’s youngest
He has never been the same since his Tracey went to university
If you say so
Jo thinks that he wants us to fall into the gap or into canal
And remember our Pat came from Wigan
It is not just a town of pies
He has rather insulted her memory
She is still alive Sue and works in Smiths
Look at them
Look at who
Those two at the front
Proper Southerners
That is not a crime Nora
People have to live in the south
It is so easy for them to look chic and beautiful
Never done a hard days graft in their lives
They will probably buy a second home in Skipton and only visit it twice a year
So what
It is plain wrong look at her with her golden mane and those beautiful features
Not all of us were born pretty
She is not pretty but timelessly beautiful Nora
I used to be pretty when I were a lass
Pretty awful your dad said
And him with his arrogant manner
Knows everything he does
My father and his father and his fathers father were down the mines at fifteen
Diseased at forty and dead at sixty I bet that has never crossed his mind
He might be a poet
Come again Jim
I said that he might be poet
He certainly looks soft enough to be one
There look he buying that yellow bucket from our Lucy
He must be poet then
Looks a bit like Fred Trueman if you ask me
Fred had dark hair Mary
No his features are northern like yours
A minute ago you were saying that they were southerners
He might have had folk in the north
Will and Jane took a barge trip on the Leeds and Liverpool Canal on the 19th of September 2021