The story of the hero's journey from Stockport to Manchester and back again on the newly opened railway.
An old denton rhyme [Note 515.1] railroad travelling or a roide I' th' sixpenny go
the following rhyme and introduction was written, the writer has every reason to believe, nearly seventy years ago, when railway travelling was in its infancy. [Note 515.2]
It was taken down from the dictation of a very old man, a native of Audenshaw, who said he thought it was the work of one john styles, a rhymster of the earliest part of the last century. The quaint introduction is very amusing, and runs as follows:-
For y part, aw con mak' no sense o' denton fowk; they noather known nowt, nor mayna' weel, for they ne'eer hossen goo nowheer for t' see it, but stoppne cruddle't upo' ther' harston awhoam" th' owd parson o'th' pleck aside o' Mottram use'd for t'say "Nobuur for th' march o' hintellect, [Note 515.3]
thedden be nowt but a set of higniramuses". An aw've yerd say as th' railrods wur a sign o' t' march o' hintellect. Bur aw canno gawm heaw that con be so. What's marchin' getting to do wi' th' railroad? Its moor loike flyin' than marchin'; aye, an yo' say, too, when yo'n read thro' th' whol' o' this papper, an' aw should loike o' th' principle inhabitants o' Denton for t' read it, an tak' care on it, an let it goo fro' feyther to son - reet deawn to ther honsesters."
Thena mon wi' a chimny-sweep sign on his broo, [Note 515.6]
show'd me the road in a spot loike aa pinfowt(1);
for they'n rail't it aw reawnd an' ther's gates for t' goo throo,
an' a thing loike a style for t' goo into it.
So aw thrutch't(1) in among, an' look't reawnd for a form,
Bur o' seats ther' wur noan to be fun;
Then aw lippent(1) full soon as ther'n in too big a swarm,
O' boath ladies an' gentlemen gun'
An o' trades besoide ther' wur cobbers ?an tayiers
"Country Johnnies" a ruck, and some factory chaps too;
Just aside o' wheeer aw stood wur so'diers an' sayliers
As ud get leaf for t' com' on a bit o' furloo(1).
Ther' ur scocthmen an' welshmen an' bar-fut fute Paddy,
A big fat butcher, noan wi' thick-tollols fed;-
An' some laffin young wenches, donned up so pratty,
Fit for t' mak' one repent ut they'd ever bin wed.
Th owd Skoo-mester too ,wi' his lanky-lean son,
For a bread-an'-cheese feight booath seem'd I' good fettle¹,
An' a tinker stood theer wi' his hommer an' pou(1)-
An ' aw darsay he'd mended somebody's kettle.
Aw wur reet I' one corner, noather sittin' nor stoundin',
Bur, quielty loike, just takkin' th' stock,-
When my unlucky chops(1) - beawt a moment o' warnin' -
Wur o at once sarve't wi' a thunderin' good knock.
Scoop, scoop th' engine went, at a bonny owd speed,
Throo th' ait we soon fun eawrsel's dartin' -
T'one bridge after t'other flew over my yed,
Like a hawk when it follows a martin.
Then i' Rushfort wi' stopt, an' a rush ther' vur for't [Note 515.8]
For, loike leetnin', we rush't on again;
Acroos Manchester alleys, we'rn snet with a wiz,
Neck an' crop - we could hardly tell when.
Bu aw're loike for t' com back, so aw ventur't my wride,
Wonst moor, up' o' th' mersy o' steum ; -
Ther'n a gentlemon's pleck(1), so aw crop ii' to insoide,
For a shillin' - wheer nobdy con see 'um. [Note 515.9]
Bur yo' tak my tip - if yo'n journeys for t' goo -
An' yo' hanno' mitch time for t' get back;
Get I' the' sixpenny perch, an' it's o yo'n for t' do,
An' yo'n find yore-sel' theer in a crack(1).
Only, heaw yo' ger in, when it's time for t' begin -
Moind; an' heaw ger eawt - when it stops,
An this sope o' advice, aw shall awlus put in -
Tak' care o' yo're hat, an yo're chops.