By 'Eck Them wir thi days
Av’ ‘erd a bit o’ gossip today.
Seems that ol' pie toms,dah'n hi street as' gone belly up.
Seems that ol' pie toms,dah'n hi street as' gone belly up.
I dah’na what ‘appened thir.
Bin thir fer years. Doing well an 'all wa’ Sid bloke that runs spot. A touch on’t scruffy side, mind thi, a bit ‘t fond o’t lasses fer mi liking. Allu’ s feelin’ ‘em up on t’ side. A bit of a perv , arr Bert used t’ say.
A prop’a corner shop it wir' back th'n, used t’ get a good sarni thir.
Selt all sorts, an’all. Boiled hamm used t’melt in yer marth. Pie n Peas weshed dahn, wi’ a glass o’t tizer.
Tha' h wir mi favourite. Finished off wi’a park drive, and a snog. We all used t’ ‘uddle together in t’ corner, ‘av' a rite laugh wi did.
Aye great it wah. All gone nah!
Mi mate Madge, used to work thir. Sh’telled t’tale frem ‘t thread ter needle would Madge, salt o thi ‘erth.
She reckons t’s ‘em downshifters mitherin. Allus summat up wi’ ‘em.
One of ‘em av bin bragging a'baht thir bloggin’ n stuff. Yud think thi owned t ‘place, way thi carries on.
Thi daft stuff thi ask fer.` Do you have any cannelloni and asaparagus mornay, topped off with a dusting of Peruvian-dog turd crumble’, said one of ‘em , or `possibly you may have , deep fried outa-mongolian feta, with a sprinkling of caramilised mountaian goat’.
Nah t’s a bloody pie shop, ger ‘oer it.
None o'em talk bloody English, said Madge, t’s no bloody wonder place ‘as gone tits up.
Aye Madge- thah’s rite!!
By 'Eck that looks grand !!
