Mostly Yorkshire.....
by Bernie Bell - 09:45 on 01 August 2022
Just a thought...and a bit of Yorkshire-ness…..
I sat on the bench in front of our house and watched a wasp taking wood to build its nest, working away, and when it flew off I could see the little marks where it had been gnawing. I wonder where the ‘paper’ nest is?
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Apparently, today - 1st of August - is Yorkshire Day – first I’ve heard of it – but being Yorkshire/Irish I feel I should mark the day with some Yorkshire-ness….
First – an old Yorkshire rhyme…
‘Ast tha’ sin owr Mary’s bonnet?
It’s a stunner an’ no mistak’
There’s a yeller ribbon on it
And a feather slung down’t back.
Owr Mary went to church one Sunday morn
Folk did ‘nowt but gawp an’ stare.
When Parson finished his sermon, he stood up and he says
“This ‘owse is an ‘owse o’ prayer - not a fluwwer garden.”
Owr Mary stood up, fit to swaller‘t church an’ all folks in it
“Thy head’s bald” she said
“Now in it, ‘nowt on it – would’st tha’ like a feather outa my new bonnet?”
And…
‘The Yorkshire-man’s Prayer’……..
‘See all, hear all, say nowt
Eat all, sup all, pay nowt
And if tha’ does owt for nowt
Do it for theesen’.”
Plus…..Sean Bean saying….”Bastads!” emphatically – if you are offended by swearing – switch off the sound!
https://twitter.com/SlenderSherbet/status/1553987277684187136
And now he’s flogging Yorkshire Tea - the lucky bastad.
While on the subject of swearing – which we do quite a bit in Yorkshire. Mike and I used to live in Lowestoft and went to a monthly poetry group. Each month we were given a subject for the next month. The idea being that we either brought something in by someone else or wrote something ourselves. One month the theme was ‘Counties’. I couldn’t find anything by someone else, so I wrote this – being a poem about a Yorkie married to a ‘Southener’ – the irony being that, of course, on Orkney I’m a ‘Southener’!
Here it is..........................
Counties
In Yorkshire, we say ‘Fuck' a lot
In Hertfordshire, they don’t.
In Yorkshire, we eat pie & peas
In Hertfordshire, they won’t.
A Yorkshire man, will say what’s what
In Herts., they keep it in.
In Yorks., they sup on John Smiths Bitter
In Herts., they sip on gin.
Between North and South, there’s such division
Why do they make a fuss?
I suppose it’s just the human condition
It’s always them and us.
BB
Enough of Yorkshire - no, that’s not possible!
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