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| Brat'ford |
Ah'm Yorkshire born n bread, arr Bert is annall born in Brat'ford wi wor. Ah'm proud of been a tyke. Some fowk dern't like it, reckons tha'h cah'nt understan wor wi' on a'baht, take all them downsizers, nor gotta clue, thi needs to wash thi lugholes aht if thi asks me. Daft aypaths!
Thah can allus tell a Yorkshire-man, but not much, aye tht's right , dern't like bin told what to do, we dern't.We just ........
Ear all,see all,say nowt,
Eyt all, sup all,pay nowt,
An if ivver thah does owt for nowt,
Do it fer thissen!!
Browt up wi nowt wi wor,but wi thowt nowt on it. Me ol' dad used to sey,'hardest work of all is doin' nowt', wor a grafter wor mi dad, worked in t' mill, an overlooker, anall, mi mum worked at t' same mill, burler n mender shi wor, making t' cloth, went all over t' world, it did. Long gone , now all them jobs, an t' mills, an mi mam n dad, bless 'em.
Not same nah Brat'ford, gone dahn nick now, downsizers, buying up all decent houses, all t' corner shops are gone, emigrants frem all o'ver t'world, multi-cultural so thi' say.
Take Brat'ford tah'n centre ruined it thi 'ave; just a gaping big hole where t' shops used t' be, supposed to be building a new shoppin' centre Westfield oa summat, but the daft aypaths, dug thi' hole first, then fowk wi t' money pulled aht ,looks bloody daft it does.Wi used to love 'em shops, British 'ome stores, mi brother used to dart, on t' floor under t' sweet counter in there looking for all t 'sweets dropped on't floor, C & A, I even rember Fine Fare, where thah filmed Billy Liar. Thi wah even a 'subway' an underground tunnell, so you didn't even 'ave to cross 't road, still, you had to run as fast as you could past t' tolilets stunk thi did.
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Worse thing thi did to Brat'ford was pullin' kirkgate market dahn, smashin' it wah loads of charcter, an' lots of characters could be seen in there. Thah wah old polish Anna, she allus 'ad a stick wi' er, frightened bairns to death she did, shouting, cursin' and banging that bloody stick,she used t'lay all oeer fruit stalls eating grapes, then thi wah, billy Bopper, 'e wor bow-legged wi brass, he wor, allus wore tartned trosers, looked like popye, then thi wor walking jesus who thawt, he wor Jesus, used to see 'im walking miles, but apparantley he had more kids, than the waltons.
Christmas wah best in 't market, used to be a Father christmas, at each door, I could nivver believe it, still I used to get a present at each exit, smashin it wah.Good old days they wah I miss 'em.
