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Listed below are the lyrics to two of my more well-known songs, Stairfoot Rarndabart and The Old Club Trip. They are both written the way they are sung and are excellent examples of the well-known Barnsley dialect!


Stairfoot Roundabout

The canal is closed. The railway’s shut.                                                   SPOKEN
There’s only one way through that dam Stairfoot.

I’d like to get me hands upon the fart who thowt up the Stairfoot Rarndabart.
Am allus stuck at leets at red, them green uns musta fused
Thuzs a bus lane down the middle that’s never ever used                 
Why dunt sumdy guen soert that plonker art that dreamt up that Stairfoot Rarndabart.

Verse--1

Ar wunce set off to see mi Uncle Ronnie. He lives on the outskirts o’ Donny.
Ar set off darn through the tarn, he war suffering frum the ‘flu.
Got down to the Ashfield, I joined a gret big queue.
At last Ar got tu mi Uncle Ronnie’s. Who That’s him just this side o’ Donny
He war sick wi’ worry, he poured his troubles art.
Ar towld him he war sorry an blamed that Rarndabart. Bur ard like to---

Verse—2

Gorra a phone call frum mi sister Kath, emergency on’tuther side o’ Wath
A crawled up tu the rarndabart mi head gasket blew.
It’s like the Wacky races thuz a sale at B an Q
At last ar got tu Kaths warra laugh. It seeams she got stuck in the bath
It took me and three neighbours tu pull poor wuman art
She cudda bloody drarnded all through that Rarndabart. Bur ard like to--


The Old Club Trip

Hey yup here I am. I war browt up on bread and jam.
We went to the seaside for the day. Everybody shouted "Hip hip hooray"

CHORUS

Hi diddle diddle, when ar war a nip. We all sang together on the old club trip
Polly Wolly Doodle sing cat a and mouse and mi father had a pint at t the halfway house
Sailed on the Ally Who on a big ship. We all sang together on the old club trip
1,2,3,4,5. Must hev a wee it’s a reight long drive.

VERSE

1
Setdy neet it,s scrub scrub scrub. We all got bathed in an old tin tub
Ah war last in  an it med mi eyes weep. Ar could nivver understand how it got that deep.
Ar remember crack and smack when itusede to hurt. Hed to save pins in mi catalogue shirt
We layked in’t slap dab. Pobs in a dish. When it got dark Ar watched the silver fish—sing

2
Sunday morning rise an shine. Saw all the buses standing in a line
Dunt muck em up them Whitsuntide clooeths an dunt gu bart an hanky for thi snotty noose “
Mi mam pinned a paper onto mi coat. He’s come on the Old Club Trip she wrote
If he get’s lost an he’s in distress. Send him back to Barnsley. This is his address.

3
Pushed to the front and had to beeat. All of the others for the long back seat.
Lasses chatter chatter chatter gob a gob gob. Fust to see tower got two bob
We sang a song of sixpence three blind mice. Won a game of eye spy. Lucky bag spice.
All shouted Italian. “Mam am here “. Fatther get mi name darn for next year.

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