On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.
Factory chimblies belchin' smoke,
Chokin' men keep shovellin' coke,
For th' cotton mills, yo' see,
Are makin' clooas, for thee an' me.
On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.
O'er to t' left is Rochda' Teawn,
Wheer lives a Poet o' greyt renown,
Harvey Kershaw is his name
And th' Local dialect is his fame.
On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.
Straight up front, there's Crompton, Shaw,
Derker, Delph, Springhead an' aw,
Neaw we're touchin' Yorkshire's line,
Aw can't see owt past theer—but grime.
On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.
At Watersheddin's it used t' be good,
T' see ‘em fieght for t' ball i' t' mud,
Neaw th' game has changed yo' see,
Yo' can't play dirty, on t' TV.
On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.
They should come up here fro' Switzerlond,
If they've getten bad chests, it'd suit ‘em grond,
For Owdham air – let me tell thee!
Blows up fro' Royton-by th'-sea.
On Owdham Edge, th' grass is green,
Th' nicest view ‘at e're tha's seen;
Tha stonds on t'top, an' tha looks abeawt,
Nowt but mills, wi' their chimbley spews.