Ted Hird, Norfolk farm boy talks to his horses, they always agree, he
has to go to make not a fortune, a way, in the dark arches of Blast Lane
is Sheffield smelly, sodden, gloom, last night’s sweat, straw and shit
to shovel Margaret
Bess
Buttons
Sal in harness for stone at
Worral Cliffs wages for new boots and ST Bruno Minnie met then Bill,
Albert, Nellie, Ann, John, Horace, Jack, Roger, Christine, Sarah, Holly,
Simon, Sam, Erin, Anya, Mags

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Norfolk Farm Boy Will Go Far

By Roger Coates