OVER THE GATE
I was born and bred in Ivin'hoe.
I was born at me grannies.
That's a nice little village is Ivin'hoe; like what they
calls interdenominational. That's got a church, a Ebernezer
Strict Baptist, a Wesleyan Reform, a Bethel and a little
Salvation Army made outa corrugated iron; arr, and when
that rains that don't half rattle! Only o' course 'tis nice
I'm church, myself, St Marks, what they calls perpendicular,
that was built by the Vikings, in th' 'leventh century,
afore the railway come. Tha's got some fine ole crusaders
in un like these 'ere stone statutes where 'e lays underneath
and they puts these 'ere stone statutes on the lid so's
'e'll reckernise 'isself,.
Only I don't reckon nobody'll reckernise 'im cos us 'r'
bin sharp'in' our sickles and faggin' hooks on 'im ever
since I can remember, and 'e 'adn't got no face then.
Us gets into church at night an' sharps our sickles an'
faggin' hooks on this yer ole crusader, arr, all over 'im.
They reckon that's the finest bit o' sharpening stone in
'Ertfordshire, only o' course nobody don't know, that's
bin handed down like.
I had to laugh at our ole vicar, showin' some folks over
He said "This yer ole crusader" 'e says, "was," 'e says