Aw’ll ged a beltin’


Mi dad Aw knooa ull belt mi –

‘E’ll belt mi black ‘nd blue

‘E’s feaund eaut Aw’ve bin smookin’

An’ puffin’ ‘id up flue. z


When  Aw wor yong Aw stoddied ‘ard

T’weel on on t’t’neet;

When Mam an’ Dada t’bed ‘ad gone

Mi fag-ends Aw wod leet.


They dudn’d knooa Aw smooked at o’

(Aw’d  th’ ‘elp o’ poomice  stooan)

An’ chowin’ Speyrmint ‘elped as weel-

Sooa eaw cod they ‘ve knooan?


Yong lads when smookin’ cigarettes

Mod tek the grettest keer

T’tek a drag on t’sly – eaut seet-

When nobbri else is neer.


An’ sooa Aw dud, an’ lads like me

Thowt wey wor gret big mon

T’smook like fact’ry chimbleys

An’ th’abit co’et on.


Wun neet Aw sat theer studyin’

(An doin’ t’ “swaller”  too)

Creauched oo’er t’fire an’ tekkin’ keer

Smook dhrifted reight up flue.


Aw’d bowt a tin cig’rette case

I’which t’keyp mi fags,

Fo’ tho’ Woodbines cost but fooerpence,

Thu’ d’ t’last  fo’monny  ”drags.”


Wi’ ‘ooarmwark (an’ t’fag-ends) dun,

T’wor time t’mek fo’bed-

Aw tarned off t’gas an crep’ upsteorrs

An’ nod a seaund Aw med.


Neaw dad wor allus t’fost abeaut,

An’ t’fire ‘e allus gated,

An Aw’d lie theer es long Aw cod –

Fo’ geddin’ up Aw ‘ated.


When t’rooam wor warm Aw gooas deawn

An storrin’ mi in t’face

On th’earth – mi dad cod nod ’ v missed id-

Wor mi little cig’rette case!


Aw’d gon t’bed witheaut id!

Left id theer fo’ dad t’see –

An ‘ if Aw knooas mi dad t’neet,

Ull knock day-leets eaut o’ me!


Mi dad Aw knooa ull belt mi –

‘E’ll belt mi black ‘nd blue

‘E’s feaund eaut Aw’ve bin smookin’

An’ puffin’ ‘id up flue.