Eh bah gum, tha's one thing tha ger's reyt up mi nose, it's folk frem t' south reckon'in tha thi cahn't understand owt I sey. Kettle callin' pan black' methinks. I'm Yorkshire born an bred tha nah's an proud of it.
Thi move fren t'smoke buyin' up arr 'ouses and think thi nah it'all. Well ler mi tell ya summat-tha' all sound's like Ray Winstone ti me luv, or Kathy bloom' Burke so gerr over thissen. And If ya dahn't like way we speyk in God's own country then pack thissen back t' smoke wit Jamaycans where thi belon'. Can ya Adam n Eve it!
All sound like bloody rappers thi do nah frem't smoke...bad uns at that. Thi needs to lissen ti' thissen. Hurts thi lugoiles thah do. Anyhow I'm frem t' North n proud of it. An while wi' r on't subject its BATH not bloomin' BARTH..........Sort it owt ya daft ayepaths!
I'm Yorkshire Born n bread
Stron in't arm
but nah' moore
Am I weak
in't' 'ead.
