Lancashire Poems - Poems about Lancashire

So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise. With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thing just follow your nose, they are the same ones you have had on all week. Don't...

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A LANCASHIRE LIASON “Laugh an world laughs with yer” she said, as she cum in. I said,“ Do you live in a barn?” She grimaced an with er large left arm she swung out an shut door. “Are y’ ere to read last rites? No? Well tek your cap off then” She whipped the black wool...

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The air was damp inside the house, chill creeping through the walls Swags and Tails with dusty eyes seep through the faded falls. The garish group sat silently hands splayed upon a table square Whilst the caller whispers low and weak, “Is there anybody there?” They wait and listen in the dark then shake in startled...

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Lancashire the land i love with Gods blessing from above a land where I was meant to be a land where all are strong and free With history told down through the years my Lancashire of love and tears though years ago, we had to part your place is still within my heart I will not see you again but memories will ease...

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THE LANCASHIRE LAD 1914-18 Hello Mother, a nurse is writing this for me, I’ve lost my arm and a bit of my leg you see, But I’m up on crutches and hobbling about, So this afternoon, they’re shipping me out! Please tell Maud next door ‘bout Tommy and Joe and the butcher’s lad Jack, I’m very sorry but they’re not coming...

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'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...

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IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent. I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches and her false eyelashes were that thick it looked like...

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There was young man from Lancs who had a strange way of saying thanks. With his mate Billy they'd do something silly like rolling in the mud down the banks....

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I bet he's up there, his nag astride, Ferret in sack, terrier by side. I bet he's up there charming a lass, Ciggy in gob and mild in glass. I bet he's up there seeing united win, Hollering and swearing " get it in". I bet he's up there happy at last, No pain no shame no regrets...

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