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No. 14 - Song - Mary - "In Yorkshire"
| Mary: | Oh, London is really a wonderful town; It costs a small fortune to buy a new gown. You must wear tight boots on your poor little feet, And you must put on gloves to go out in the street! A hat and some curls on your head you must pin: Really it seems such a sin! We've a little more sense in Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire! We never spend much on our dresses at all, For there's food to be bought and our wages are small; And that's why you see us in clogs and a shawl — Lasses look fine up in Yorkshire! |
| The Cockney will say in superior tone That he reckons he knows all there is to be known. If he goes on a journey he puts on such airs, And spends a lot more than it costs him in fares. He'll tip a chap sixpence to carry his bag, Simply because it's a fag! But we never do that in Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire! A chap takes a ticket, excursion, third-class, And he won't call a porter, he's not such an ass; He tips himself sixpence and pockets the brass! Sixpence is sixpence in Yorkshire! |
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| In London when paying an afternoon call You pretty soon feel you're not wanted at all. They'll say "How d'ye do?" and then hand you some tea In a cup like a thimble, that's no use to me! And there you must sit while the stuff's getting cool, Feeling an absolute fool! We've a much better way in Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire! Supposing a friend should be calling on you, You shout out "Come on, lass, there's tea on the brew! So sit thysel' down for a proper owd do!" We can eat a tea up in Yorkshire! |
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| The girls up in London are all very well, But they just want to come down to Leeds for a spell. Their manners are better than ours are, perhaps, But still they don't know how to manage the chaps. They'll say if a fellow should squeeze them too tight. "Sir, you insult me, good night!" But we never waste words in Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire! If a young fellow is taking you out, And you don't like the nonsense he's talking about, You up with your hand and you give him a clout — That's what we do up in Yorkshire! |
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Page modified 6 December 2016