Humour : Farnworth Farnworth Remembered Ah remember when Farn'orth were gradely 'Up Moor' meant adventure and fun, When t' Market were lit up wi' gas jets, An apples - just tuppence a pun. When lassies met lads for a giggle On Market Street each Sunday neet, An' owd folk walked out unmolested, When a penn'orth o' chips were a treat. When Farn'orth ad' five Picture 'ouses, The Ritz were the poshest of aw But us kids luved the 'Bug 'ut' on Sat'days, They gi' yer an orange an aw! When 'Powells' and 'Togs' were ar bar-rooms, An' Vimto, not beer, were ar drink When muggin's were summat in't future An' kids ' ad a bath in the sink. When Wogden were't just poor relation An' Farn'orth 'ad standing and pride, When nobody knocked deawn ar 'ouses An' left piles o' rubble yards wide. When't 'Wakes' were better than Bowton's Black peas were't th'order o't'day Wi' Brackley Street lit up like Blackpoo' An' rides-but a penny to pay. When errands were 'run' fer an' aypenny An Woolies sold nowt 'oer a bob, An' folk queued at t'Co-op fer divi An' workers gave 'all' to their job. Th'owd trams clanged along wi' a flourish 'Bone-Shakers' fra Farn'orth to Town, An' only rich folk rode in taxis An' mostly we walked, up an' down. They call 'em the 'bad times'-ah wonder! Alreet, ah knows money were tight, But when ah were ten, ah were 'appy, To me they were 'good'-but who's reet?