Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four Yorkshiremen, artist - Rowan Atkinson
Date of issue: 30.11.1998
Song language: English
Four Yorkshiremen |
Monty Python’s Flying Circus — |
«Four Yorkshiremen» |
The Players: |
Michael Palin — First Yorkshireman; |
Graham Chapman — Second Yorkshireman; |
Terry Jones — Third Yorkshireman; |
Eric Idle — Fourth Yorkshireman; |
The Scene: |
Four well-dressed men are sitting together at a vacation resort |
'Farewell to Thee' is played in the background on Hawaiian guitar |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah? |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
You’re right there, Obadiah |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Who’d have thought thirty year ago we’d all be sittin' here drinking Château de |
Chasselas, eh? |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
A cup o' cold tea |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Without milk or sugar |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
Or tea |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
In a cracked cup, an' all |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Oh, we never had a cup. |
We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
Because we were poor. |
My old Dad used to say to me, «Money doesn’t buy you |
happiness, son» |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Aye, 'e was right |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
Aye, 'e was |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
I was happier then and I had nothin'. |
We used to live in this tiny old house |
with great big holes in the roof |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
House! |
You were lucky to live in a house! |
We used to live in one room, |
all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, |
and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
Eh, you were lucky to have a room! |
We used to have to live in t' corridor! |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! |
Would ha' been a palace to us. |
We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. |
We got woke up every |
morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! |
House? |
Huh |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of |
tarpaulin, but it was a house to us |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; |
we 'ad to go and live in a lake |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
You were lucky to have a lake! |
There were a hundred and fifty of us living in |
t' shoebox in t' middle o' road |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
Cardboard box? |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
Aye |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
You were lucky. |
We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. |
We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, |
eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, |
week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would |
thrash us to sleep wi' his belt |
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: |
Luxury. |
We used to have to get out of the lake at six o’clock in the morning, |
clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for |
tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken |
bottle, if we were lucky! |
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: |
Well, of course, we had it tough. |
We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at |
twelve o’clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. |
We had two bits of |
cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four |
years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife |
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: |
Right. |
I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour |
before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a |
day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, |
and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on |
our graves singing Hallelujah |
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: |
And you try and tell the young people of today that … they won’t believe you |
ALL: |
They won’t! |