"Dad and Charlie Snuffy liked a pinch" 

Mi father would seh,

Tek some snuff lad,

It’ll clear thi tubes,

With finger and thumb

Owd it up to nostril

And sniff up til eyes wattered,

And nuuze smarted

He luvved his snuff did mi Dad,

Bowt little square packets,

And for his birthdays,

We bowt him “Hedges”

In a special silver rah’und tin,

And that always brought a smile.

And his heyes would lite up,

Cum on then let’s have a pinch!

He’d seh as soon as hi si tin!

Remember going to Billy Walsh’s shop

At top of Carr Mill Brow to buy the stuff,

It was a big thing then in 50s and 60s,

Lots ur fuuk like to tek the stuff!

He had a mate called “Charlie Snuffie”,

he met up at Parkys when putting his bet on,

And Charlie always cadged a sniff of the snuff

And every now and then Charlie would shayt!

Jon Ed, come here a getten a present for thi,

And sure enough out came a packet.

He’d grip his hand and on back,

place two little piles of snuff,

He had it measured to a fine art,

Then sniffed up like a good un!

And then there was a quick shek to head

That towd thi he were a happy chappie,

A miss dad lots but dount miss his snuff!!

Written by Bryan Yorke on 5th November 2017