"It's a bonny place so knock it daern"

It’s a bonny place so knock it daaern,

So all can watch with a drooping fraaern.

There’s tons and tons of Hassy’s best,

Millstone Grit can’t be seen to rest!

Knock it daaern, Knock it daaern!

Vicarage that stood up on that bonk!

In its shadow was Martins bank

Grammar School was a buried Road,

Good few ton did mek that load,

Knock it daaern, Knock it daaern!

Major, would turn over in his grave if he knew,
What had happened to his Highfield view,
Lions at Carter Place have gone with rest,
We're left with a porch without its crest,
Knock it daaern, Knock it daaern! 

Town Hall! Council will have a Ball,
With all thi hard earned cash,
So lets get shut for once and for all,
Before they have their Annual bash.
Knock it daaern, knock it daaern!

It's only a building is yon Con Club

For some I suppose it was their hub,

Another fine place was Workhouse past,

Who needs a hospital on yon hill,

Knock it daaern, Knock it daaern!

And now another bites the dust,
Which once a brewer’s dream abode,
And later a place where prayers were said,
And now all but memories are read,
Knock it daaern, knock it daaern.

Even the "mighty" can fall but we'll not have a ball!

Salem, Trinity, Primitive and John Wesley preached!

but all went down with a "bang"

and no more did the bells ring or did the people sing"

 so Knock it daaern, knock it daaern!

 Nah! don't let it stand still,

or tha'll get a bill,

"Knock it daaern"

(wrote on 13th Feb 2015)

(I did this particular poem, because quite a few lovely buildings have been
knocked down in Haslingden during my lifetime
which seems such a shame.)

If you would like to see all the buildings which I mention in this poem
then please click here