  BY t' side of a brig, that stands over a brook, I was sent by times to school; I went wi' the stream as I studied my book, And was thought to be no small fool. I never yet bought a pig in a poke, For to give auld Nick his due; Tho' oft I've dealt wi' Yorkshire folk, Yet I was Yorkshire too. I was pretty well lik'd by each village maid, At races, wake or fair, For my father had addled a vast in trade, And I were his son and heir. And seeing that I didn't want for brass, Poor girls came first to woo, But tho' I delight in a Yorkshire lass, Yet I was Yorkshire too! To Lunnon by father I was sent, Genteeler manners to see; But fashion's so dear, I came back as I went, And so they made nothing o' me. My kind relations wou'd soon have found out What was best wi' my money to do: Says I, "My dear cousins, I thank ye for nought, But I'm not to be cozen'd by you! For I'm Yorkshire too." |
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