Stanley Market

Stanla Markit

Tune - Bunty's Goast

If ye be bad en off yor meat
En wid like te be put reet
Tuaik e wauk sum Fridae neet
Up te Stanla Markit.
Aul kines e doctors thare yil see,
Thor aul is buisy is can bee
Its we te tell th' bigest lee,
While tellin ower wat thae cin dee.
Te heer thim on thae ar that clivor
Thae cin muaik nue lungs en livor
En fact thail muaik ye liv for ivor
Up it Stanla Markit

Fal th' dal

Thare thail stand en guap en shoot,
En wen th' crood get roond eboot
Thae tell ye thae cin cure th' goot
Up it Stanla Markit.
Thae preech awae en nivor smiles,
Its reely grand te se thor stiles;
Thae tell ye thae cin cure th' piles,
Tumors, ulsord throtes, or biles.
Thare thail stand freh six te ten
En tell th' good thiv deun for men;
Thae think th' pitmin disent ken
Thit gans te Stanla Markit.

En when ye get mixt up e th' thrang
Yil find it ard te travil elang;
En yil heer sum stranger singen a sang
Up it Stanla Markit.
Thares e chep we second hand clais,
And beuts en shoos hees full e praise;
But tuaik nee noatis what he sais
He onaly wants yor bits e pais.
Thares sasage ducks, en savilois,
En thares e stall we nowt but tois
Te plees th' little girls en bois
Up it Stanla Markit.

Thares bulits en spice en pies en wigs,
Taity chopers, braiks, en gigs,
En yil oftin see a chep we pigs
Up it Stanla Markit.
Thares black puddings, neerly wite,
Thor muaid te suit yor appetite,
One il sarv fre six tiv hite
Thae suit e chape Thits rithor tite
In rain or snaw ye needn't fret
Thares umborelas for ye te get
Te keep ye drie emang th' wet
Up it Stanla Markit.

Thare yil see e grand Masheen
It shines like silvor, nice en cleen;
It tries th' narves e fat en leen
Up it Stanla Markit.
Thares legs e pork, fra Rotterdam,
Baicon, beef, en home-fed ham;
Black corant, en strawberry gam
En ony emoont e veel en lam.
Ye cin get e tip, but dinit hed
If ye dinit naw hoo th' horse is bred;
Thares pots to stand belaw th' bed
Up it Stanla Markit.