'Twere getting dusk One winter's night When up the clough There came in sight A lad who carried through the snow A banner with this 'ere motto: "Uppards". His face was glum As he did pass, His eyes was shiny Just like glass, And as he went upon his way He nobbut this 'ere word did say: "Uppards". And people sitting Down to tea They heard him plain As plain could be, they thowt 'twere final football score As this 'ere word rang out once more: "Uppards". A P'liceman on His lonely beat He stopped the lad Up t'end of t'streets. He said 'Wheer't going wi' that theer?' The lad just whispered in his ear: "Uppards". 'Don't go down t' clough,' The P'liceman said, 'It's mucky road For thee to treat, Canal's at bottom deep and wide.' 'That's not my road,' the lad replied, 'It's "Uppards".

A young Lass stopped him Further up. She said 'Come in Wi' me and sup.' He said 'I'm taking none o' yon, Besides, I must be gettin' on "Uppards". Next morn some lads Had just begun To tak' their whippets For a run When dogs got scratching in the snow And found flag with this 'ere motto: "Uppards". That set them digging All around, And 'twasn't long Before they found A lad whose name they never learned, Whose face was white, whose toes was turned "Uppards". 'Twere very plain For to behold The lad had ta'en His death o' cold; He'd got his feet wet early on And from his feet the cold had gone "Uppards". This story only Goes to show That when the fields Is white wi' snow It's inadvisable to go: "Uppards".

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