“If tha can’t see th’ills, it’s rainin’
If tha can see ‘em, it’s gonna”
Th’ owd mon as used to live next door
Allus said that.
He were a grand owd lad,
An’ th’ owd lass as lived two door up
Allus called ‘im “Mester Wood”,
As ‘e used t’be a mill engineer,
An’ ‘is position commanded the “Mester”
‘E were nigh on eighty
When we moved in next door,
An’ looked frail an’ tottery,
But ‘is mind were as sharp as a knife,
An’ when he made ‘is own bread,
Ee lad, t’smell were grand.
‘Is daughter came t’ see ‘im
Ev’ry few week,
As did ‘is son,
So ‘e’ were well looked after,
But time began
T’tek its toll on th’owd lad,
An’ ‘e moved out,
To an ‘ome f’r owd fowk.
We didn’t see much
O’th’owd mon after that,
An’ we got new neighbours,
But it weren’t the same,
T’Mester was gone.
©Alan McKean
March 2007
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