CHESHIRE LADS, NIGHT OUT
by
Jon Slater

The Cheshire lads ventured to Lancashire
A Masonic mission it was
They turned off where M6 was cobbled
To t'Masonic down from t'lamp in Oss

Up from t'lamp the Gobbiners who were smugglers
And fishermen down on th' Liverpool Cut
Caught shoals of white tripe by the netful
Then sold it by th'yard or by th'foot

But down in their boats under th'tripe catch
Was booty that was stashed in a hurry
That booty was Lancashire black pudding
Smuggled over t'border from Bury

Now Sid and his mates from t'Masonic
Were having an Olde English Night
And bought from t'Gobbiners some black pudding
And ten yards of tripe glistening white

Now Cheshire lads tucked into their dinners
And one shouted to t'warden in th'west
You buggers are trying to kill me
You've served me your Grandad's old vest

The warden then tried to placate him
Then t'Cheshire lad all of a sudden
Laid out our worthy west warden
With a well aimed Bury black pudding

Now Sid in his role as the Master
Soon calmed down the anger and hype
By explaining to t'Cheshire lad that his dinner
Was a local delicacy called tripe

Sid gave some to take back to Cheshire
But being from Cheshire and quick
They cultivated it back in their county
By growing it in strips on a stick

Now the tripe it grows in a plant pot
It grows slow, not in a hurry
We've just exported latest tripe crop
To a butcher in t'middle o' Bury

Copyright: Jon Slater May 2001