There wanders thruf Yorkshire Wolds
A bonny lahtle stream:
It has the maist fantastic ways,
An’ changes like a dream.

When rain sinks doon thro’ rough chalk cracks
It fills up caverns wide:
An when they owerflow you’ll find,
Springs rise ond countryside.

At Wharram fost they bubble up
Weere Romans yance marched past:
The watters wander on their way
An’ form a stream at last,

Ti Kirby Grindaleythe it runs,
Frea Duggleby it’s fed:
Thro’ Luttons Parish next it cums
Alang a narra bed,

At Helperthorpe it widens oot
An meks a village pool
Wheere ducks an’ osses like ti gan
An feel the watters cool,

Ti Weaverthorpe it finnds  it’s way’
An there yal see it glide
A lahatle stre-am wi gentle flow,
Close by the causy side.

Ti Butterwick an’ Boythorpe next,
It wends it’s way;
Then suddenly it to’ns si shy,
It hides frae’d leght ad day.

When undergrund it runs a time:
We see it next appear
Ti fill a olla bit a grund
An mak Wold Newton mere.

VTi Botton Flemin Gypsy flows,
 Weer iv a bygone day,
 The bairns would run on’t dried up course
 Ti meet it on it’s way.

 This dated back ti Pagan days
For in the Gypsy Race,
They thowt they saw int watters there
Reflected Gods bright face
 
  They said when’t stream was vary full,
 Some wofull tiding came
 An’ all becos o’ this they said
 Woe watters was it’s neame.

  The widenin watters on their way
At roman Rudstone call;
  Then  tonnin by the Monolith,
 Glide slowly by Thorpe Hall.

  Ti Boyntons fairy glens it cums
 Were Trout delight ti lie,
 Or dart freav under wavin weeds
 For sum unlucky fly.

  At Hilderthorpe it taks a ton,
 Where by it’s banks was seen,
 A lady hidin frev her foes,
 King Charles’s loyal Queen.

  Last sceane alang ti Quay, (keye)
 It murmers on it’s way,
 Ti meet it’s sister watter’s there,
 An join em in the bay

This page will follow the coarse of the Gypsy Race through the verses of a  poem in written in Yorkshire dialect taken from Random Rhymes by George Hardwick ,It was read to me many years ago at Thwing School by the then headmistress Miss Helen Broderick, I must have enjoyed hearing it because it has stuck in my mind since then but time erased all but the title,
Now thanks to the staff at Bridlington Library you can be bored by reading the same and hopefully eventually click on links to the villages the Gypsy wanders through.
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