Happen tha knows abaht cricket

And mebbe tha’s heard what we’re told

When Yorkshire’s the top county ticket

Then England are cock o’ the world

 

Now sitha that just doesn’t jell

Dassent tha think it sounds odd

For if Tykes are playin’ so well

Then half o’ t’ team’s in t’test squad

 

Why if all t’best lads are gone missin’

And laikin’ for England tha’ knows

Then how’ll t’rest keep on winnin’

Just think on that as tha goes

 

See, if t’Headingley side’s full of young uns

While t’others hugger up off on tour

Tha’d be addled to think they’ll make runs

Nor bowl ‘em aht for a reasonable score

 

So, when t’gaffers think Yorkies to pick

And oft-times I wish that they waint

Then t’county side goes dahn t’nick

T’would reight try t’patience of saints.