The New Englishman

I’ve lived all my life i’ Keighley,

I’m a Yorkshire artisan;

An’ when I were just turned seventy

I became an Englishman.

Nat’ralised German! nay, deng it!

I’m British-born, same as thee!

But I niver thowt mich to my country,

While[1] my country thowt mich to me.

I were proud o’ my lodge an’ my union,

An’ proud o’ my town an’ my shire;

But all t’ consans o’ t’ nation,

I left to t’ parson an’ t’ squire.

Class-war were t’ faith that I Iived for,

I call’d all capit’lists sharks;

An’ “T’ workin’ man has no country,”

Were my Gospel accordin’ to Marx.

When I’d lossen my job back i’ t’ eighties,

An were laikin’ for well-nigh two year,

Who said that an out-o’-wark fettler

Were costin’ his country dear?

Owd England cared nowt about me,

I could clem[2] wi’ my barns an’ my wife;

Shoo were ower thrang wi’ buildin’ up t’ empire

To build up a brokken life.

“Ivery man for hissen,” shoo said,

“An’ t’ dule can catch what he can;

Labour’s cheap an’ trade’s worth more

Nor t’ life of a workin’ man.”

When t’ country were chuff,[3] an’ boasted

That t’ sun niver set on her flags,

I thowt o’ wer back-to-back houses,

Wer childer i’ spetches[4] an’ rags,

When t’ country drave by i’ her carriage,

Wi’ flunkies afore an’ behind,

I left her to bettermy bodies,

An’ I gav her a taste o’ my mind.

But when shoo were liggin’ i’ t’ gutter,

Wi’ a milit’rist mob at her throit,

“Hands off her!” I cried, “shoo’s my mother:”

An’ I doffed my cap an’ my coit.

I’d gien ower wark at seventy,

But I gat agate once more;

“I’ll live for my country, not on her”

Were my words on t’ fettlers’ floor.

Shoo’s putten her trust i’ us workers,

We’ll save her, niver fear;

Feight for her, live for her, dee for her,

Her childer that loves her dear.

Eight o’ my grandsons has fallen,

My youngest lad’s crippled i’ t’ arm;

But I’ll give her choose-what[5] shoo axes,

Afore I’ll see her tak harm.

T’ war is a curse an’ a blessin’,

If fowks could understan’;

It’s brokken my home an’ my childer,

But it’s made me an Englishman.

[1] Until.

[2] Starve.

[3] Arrogant.

[4] Patches.

[5] Whatever.

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