'jack the Daw' In Lancashire Dialect

'JACK the DAW' (In Lancashire Dialect) Struttin’ and Puffin’ his big chest out, The streets all clear, when he’s about. Inside all’doors, waitin’ for’ thump Families quake and animals jump! Mam goes to’ door, money in hand Shakin’ as she stares at his black neck band, She dares’nt look in his blue black eyes They say there’s murder an’ spent-up lies. We just hear his voice, raucous and loud “Your rent, your rent!” he shouts out proud An’ all the street kids play An’ all the street kids say, Jack the Daw walks down the street Jack the Daw with his great big feet Jack the Daw, if he looks your way Run away, run away, run away, run away!