TRAWDEN BLOEBERRY¹ CAKE. The following a sample of one of the folk-songs of Lancashire worth preserving. [Note 083.1]
It was written to commemorate the first railway trip taken from the village of Trawden. 

On the sixth day August as I have heard folks say,
A' th' people left Trawden, on that varry day;
Wi' big packs on ther backs, coome marching thro Colne, [Note 083.2]
For ther wer a chep trip on, for Liverpool teawn.

When they geet deawn to th'station, ther wer folks fra all sides
Wycollar, Trawden. an' Colne Watterside ; [Note 083.3]
Sich thrutchin'¹ an' crommin¹, 'twer just like wake¹.
For nobody could stir for their bloeberry cake. [Note 083.4]

When they geet into th' train, ther a mon fra Winewall.
Says to Owd Jeffrey, this engine'll stall
As sure as we're goin' we'se hey a mistake
We have sich big bundles o' bloeberry cake.

When th' train it did lond, an' th' people geet eawt,
John o' th' old mon's sect up a gert sheawt.
The porters did laugh till their sides they did ache,
To see sich big bundles o' bloeberry cake.

To see Nelson's monument¹ off they all run,
Liverpool people did laugh at their fun,
To see'em stand reaund like asses and apes
Munching an' chewing their bloeberry cakes.

Then deawn to i' scores they did run,
An' ower New Brighton to see that big gun, [Note 083.5]
Says Tommy o' Mary my belly it aches,
I'm sea-sick wi' eytin' these bloeberry cakes. [Note 083.6]

Says Billy o' Hobs. oam thinkin' o' th' train.
Let's back to England, an' homeward again,
Then they sailed back an' to th' station they went
An' londed Colne which were their intent.

Then trudged it to Trawden, both sorts, young an' owd,
Being hofe starved to deoth, both hungry an' cowd,
Then up spoke Daywark, and scores on'em more,
Aw'll never cross th' sea whol aw live ony moor.