03 Apr 00 - 05:03 PM (#206161)
Subject: Pot Pies and Puddens
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Pot Pies and Puddens A pitman's wife is nivor dyun
Of that there is nee doot
Whilst some are comin' in from work
there's others gannin' oot
As weel remember as a lad
The feeds there used to be
On Sundays when we aall sat doon
As one big family. Chorus-
Me poor aad father used to carve
A wallopin joint o'meat
Wi' spuds and sproots by gum we got
As much as we aall cud eat
But best of aall the tasty bites
Aa'll nivver forget by heck
Wer the Pot Pies and the Puddens
That me mother used to myek. But many years have gyen since then
And now the wife and me
Sit doon on Sundays tiv a chop
That ye can hardly see
Wor dusbin's full of empty tins
And dinner's just a nyem
But nivvor dor Aa mention
Hoo we used to feed at hyem. Aa tell the wife she's deein fine
And let it gan at that
For if Aa dared to say owt else
By gox, she'd lowse the flat
Howway Aa've poured yor dinner oot
Aa'm sick to hear hor say
Nee wonder that me mind gans back
To many a bygone day. Coda-
The rowly powly piuddens
The steak and kidney puddens,
Them greet big Yorkshire puddens
That me mother used to myek. -Jack Robson
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