Good Friday allus used to be

A very special day

T' pike had stood forever

And we went up anyway.

But once a year we gathered

At, what seemed like, crack of dawn

Outside Lee Cong then trooped up there,

On each Good Friday morn.

I can't recall it raining

Though it must have done in truth

You only remember good times

When looking back on youth.

We went right up to t'summit

An when all were gathered there

Held a short church service

Two hymns and a prayer

Everyone took hard boiled eggs

Each painted wi a face

Then rolled em down the hillside

And all of us gave chase

Lord knows why we did it

It struck me as a waste

I never did like hard boiled eggs

Couldn't stand the taste

Then back down t'hill to Sunday school

For breakfast wi al t'others

Simple pleasures shared by all

Children, dad and mothers

Up there again in t'afternoon

T' stalls were set up then

You might get a bow and arrow

If you'd behaved yoursen

Once more after tea time

We made it to the top

I coudent do it these days

I'd be fit to drop

I've tried to tell my children

Of the joy and fun of it

They say 'Why dident you go up in t' car?

And I know it's time to quit. A Johnson

Winter Hey Lane

Horwich

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