The Tale of Bob Platt, a Lancashire Dialect Poem
by Warrington painter Eric Tucker
The Tale of Bob Platt
A Lancashire Dialect Poem penned in the early 20th century by Eddy Crotty
Bob Platt weren’t a temperance fella
in fact he’d a likin’ fer beer.
Bur he ne’er used’t go beyond’t limit
except once or twice durin’t year.
His wife ne’er used to wait up for ‘im
who’d leave ‘im ‘is supper all set.
And when he came in from The Wheatsheaf
e’d manage quite well tha can bet.
One neet he were later than ever.
E’d gone aw’t way wom wi’ Jim Wood.
So he gobbled up all that wur gooin
an’ turned in as quick as ‘e could.
“Did you like yer meat pie?” said ‘is missis
“ah seed no meat pie”, replied Bob,
“bur a’ve had all that tripe fer me supper
us tha’d left i’ that basin on’t t’hob”.
“Thi pie wur in’t th’oven yer clout yed!
It’s a wonder as tha didna choke”.
“Dus’t know what tha’s just bin and etten?
A wesh leather ah’d put theer to soak!”
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