Th'Unsworth Dragon
In 1845 just eawtside Bury,
A likkle owd village stood.
The legend ses folk gett'n frickn'd.
Cos a dragon was maw'in abeawt in't wood.
Neaw't villagers aw geet together
Cos problum had gett'n reight dire.
So they sent off a message to London.
Fot ask for some help from this squire.
Squire Thomas Unsworth, was a local mon.
But for some reason wuz'nt abeawt.
So he travelled up north on his charger.
Wi't th'intentions of sort'in this eawt.
He were towd of this fearsome dragon.
Plagu'in aw't Th'unsworth's land.
Un be'in a recognised warrior.
Thowt he'd go up and gee um an hand.
He tackled this here dragon.
Us'in aw't tricks tharr he knew.
But at fust he could'nt mester it.
Un did'nt know worr else fot do.
Then
He gett'n a reight gradely notion.
Fot send this owd dragon to hell.
He took eawt his favorite dagger
And fitted it into his petronel.
Owd'in that gun close to his chest
Then anger'in that dragon… it's said.
Thomas shot in't throat wi that dagger.
The minnit it lifted it's yed.
Neaw with that same dagger,a table wuz carved.
Which apparantly still con be see'd.
Alung wi a few other relics
Fo't commemorate this fearless deed.
Neaw if yo gut Unsworth this village of note.
Un yo ever feel like a flaggon.
Look for the pub in the village.
The pub they named after "The Dragon "
The Unsworth Dragon
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In 1845 just outside Bury
A little old village stood.
The legend say's folk got quite frightened.
For a dragon was lurking about in the wood.
Now, the villagers they all got together
For the problem had become dire.
So they sent off a message to London.
To ask for some help from this squire.
Squire Thomas Unsworth, was a local.
But for some reason he was'nt about.
So he travelled up north on his charger.
With the intentions of sorting this out.
He was told of this fearsome dragon.
Plaguing the Unsworth's land.
And being a recognized warrior.
Thought he'd go up and give them a hand.
He tackled this here dragon.
Using all of the tricks that he knew.
But at first he could'nt master it.
And did'nt know what else to do.
Then
He got a right excellent idea.
That would send this old dragon to hell.
He took out his favorite dagger
And fitted it into his petronel.
Holding that gun close to his chest
Then angering that dragon… it's said.
Thomas shot in the throat with that dagger.
The moment it lifted it's head.
Now… with that same dagger a table was carved.
Which apparently still can be seen. (seed)
Along with a few other relics
To commemorate this fearless deed.
Now if you go to Unsworth…. this village of note.
And you ever feel like a flaggon.
Look for the pub in the village.
The pub they named after "The Dragon "
