'Uppards
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
Uppards by Marriott Edgar
(A Lancshire version of Longfellow's poem Exelsior)
'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 passed 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' street
He said "Wheer't goin 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 tread,
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'.
(A Lancshire version of Longfellow's poem Exelsior)
'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 passed 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' street
He said "Wheer't goin 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 tread,
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'.
