A poem about Gayle Mill written in the local dialect by Revd. James Alderson in 1975

GAYLE MILL

Thoos had manny a maister, manny a boss,
Thoos seen plenty a watter gang oft Foss,
Thoos seen manny a waggin, manny a hoss,
At Gayle Mill

Rouths built tha, fer cotton en wool the say,
Thoo kept fooak i’ wark, for manny a day,
But tha wurked varra lang hoors fer varra lile pay,
At Gayle Mill

A dem wez built, en the mead it deep,
Farmers cam tute ta wesh ther sheep,
Thes plenty a watter, en tha git it cheap,
At Gayle Mill

The meead a reeace fert watter ta flow,
Away fraet beck en doon t’ grill, ya know,
En ower t’ wheel et meead machines ta go,
At Gayle Mill

Thoo saa bad times i’ eeteen fotty two,
Thoo wez closed doon, t’ job fell through,
Fooaks wer oot a’ wark, twas a darley do,
At Gayle Mill

T’ wheel wez teean oot, it had had it’s day,
The put in a turbine reet away,
Its been a Godsend, it wurks teday,
At Gayle Mill

Rouths converted tha ta joinery en saaen trees,
Fer makken carts, en coffins, barras en stees,
T’ wark still gaz on t’ farmers ta please,
At Gayle Mill

T’ electric wez meead ower sixty year sin,
The put in machinery et meead an awful din,
The built a new shed ta box em in,
At Gayle Mill

T’ years rowl by, men come, men go,
Aldersons, Metcalfes, wurked here years ago,
What the future holds we cannot know,
For Gayle Mill

                                  Rev James Alderson 1975