A Yorkshireman's Christmas

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Title:     A Yorkshireman's Christmas
Author: Bill o'th' Hoylus End [More Titles by Bill o'th' Hoylus End]

Aw hev ten or twelve pund o' gooid meit,
A small cheese an' a barrel o' beer;
Aw'll welcome King Kersmas to neet,
For he nobbut comes once in a year.

Send ahr Will dahn ta Tommy Spoyle Wood's,
An' tell him ta send up a log;
An' tell him an' Betty to come,
For Tommy's a jolly owd dog.

Aw mean ta forget all my debts,
An' aw mean ta harbour no grief;
Nobbut emptying glasses an' plates
O' their contents o' beer an' gooid beef.

Them barns they care nowt abaht drink,
Like us 'at's advanced into years;
So Sally, lass, what does ta think,
If ta buys 'em some apples an' pears?

Ahr David's a fine little lad,
An' ahr Nancy's a fine little lass;
When aw see 'em aw do feel so glad,
So bring me a quart an' a glass!

Come, Sally, an' sit bi mi side,
We've hed both wur ups an' wur dahns;
Awm fane at aw made thee mi bride,
An' awm prahd o' both thee an' wur barns.

We're as happy as them 'at's more brass,
In a festival holly-decked hall;
We envy no mortal, owd lass;
Here's peace an' good-will unto all!

An' may ev'ry poor crater to neet,
If nivver before in his life,
Hev plenty to drink an' to eyt,
Fer both him, an' his barns, an' his wife.

[The end]
Bill o'th' Hoylus End's poem: Yorkshireman's Christmas

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