Will Scribble 832000

Come gather Iads'n lasses, its Easter Satdi!
An' t' Nutters' are owt dancin i' their own special way.
Weyvin thru t' town, this age owd pagan dance.
Spring spirits they invite, nowt 's left t, chance.

Now t 'Nutters' ave got history, Pedigree second t' none.
And in owr midst today, we 'ave a prodigal son.
Ees t' longest servin ' Nutter' dedicated t' last.
Ees gi us a future, ee knows bowt owr past.
'is best mates wur all 'Nutters'some now dance on high.
Cos like this great tradition us' Nutters' ne'r die.
Ees got t' patience of a Saint, Teychin t' new chaps ow t' 'Nut'
Ee meks em lern it o'er 'n 'oer, footstep after foot.

An' every Easter Satdi' thru sun, rain, hail or snow.
Ees al'as turned owt ready ne'er missed a show.
Ees owr respected leader, knows ow' t' gi n' take.
An todays a special Millennium Easter! Ees done Forts, four! Bow't a break!

So 'Nutters', Bandsmen, townsfowk gathered eer t' day.
Lets pay tribute t' Owr Dick' in thowd time honoured way.
God bless thi mon, we're prowd t' ave thi 'eer.
Now raise this glasses fowk. 'n gi' Dick a gre't big CHEER!

Written by Team Member Joe Healey for Dick's 40th year March 1997.
Reworded for the millenium