Th'Owd Verses've T'Dales

(Translation: Traditional Poetry of Yorkshire)

Huntin' Song

Richard Blakeborough

It's neet an' naa we're here, lads,
We're in for gooid cheer, lads;
Yorkshiremen we all on us are,
Yorkshiremen for better or war;
We're tykes an' we're ghast uns,
We're paid uns an' fast uns,
Awther for better or awther for war!

All t' lot

Then shaat till ye've gor hooast, lads,
Sing, Yorkshiremen, wer tooast, lads,
Wer king, wer heeath, wer haands, lads,
Wer hooam, wer hearth, wer baans, lads."

There's some at nooan are here, lads,
Forger em we sal ne'er, lads;
Yorkshiremen they all on 'em war,
Yorkshiremen yit all on 'em are.
There's thrang uns an' looan uns,
There's wick uns an' gooan uns,
They're all reight somewheer, an' we 'st be no war!

All t' lot

Then shaat till ye've gor hooast, lads,
Sing, "Yorkshiremen, wer tooast, lads,
Wer king, wer heeath, wer haands, lads,
Wer hooam, wer hearth, wer baans, lads."