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They've pulled Siberia chimney dairn,
soors th'aggate moon can pass,
an shine straight inter briercliffe Club,
an save em lots o brass.
But weers that plaque goorn off shade wall,
them at hes it should put it back,
two hundred and eight miles ter London,
or four sixteen theer an back.
They say Walshaw chimneys next ter gooer,
ter be put sideways loord bi loord,
soors council can fill all thoils up,
they keep digging i'main road.
An they're building a new library,
that should have a modern look,
but it didn't teck Chaucer soor long,
ter write the Doomsday book.
But be time at library's ready,
an reason isn't hard to seek,
instead a being modern,
it'll end up being antique.
Th'Owd Syker
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I'd be dangerous with a brain.
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