Aye, That'll Be Reet

T' latest London master plan?

Aye, Mister Tarquin Such-and-Such,

tha’ can allus tell a Yorkshire man,

but tha’ cannut tell us much.

Tha’ thinks it’s all Hovis,

an’ miners down t'pits,

flat caps on our noggins,

tha’s patronizin’ gits.

Mebbe tha' knows the sayin

“Where there’s muck there’s brass”?

we’ll keep on b’aht it,

we are the graftin' class.

Ours is God’s countreh,

the best there is, tha’ knows,

better tha’ reminds thi’ssen

that Yorkshire is a rose.