Ahr Lass is a Morris man now - Steve Lister
In these days o’ sex equality tha sees some stuff reet quare
Theer’s lasses wearing thray paaht sooits and chaps wi’ bows in th’air
Theer’s things they said were just fer t’lads and lasses had nah chance
But ahr lass ‘as sed hoo wants to go an’ join in t’ morris dance!... And hoo’s
Rantin’* heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
‘Twur in t’ spring o’ ’89 ahr Sarah sez to mee
“I mun away up Wardle town a Clogger fur to be
I seed ‘em dance on Yarksha Street. They seem reet gradely folk
And neaw Ahs fayne to join ‘em.”
Well I thowt it wur a joke… but now hoo’s
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
Hoo toddled off t’ Wardle town, an hour’s peace we had
And when at last hoo toddled wom, hoo softly whispered “Dad.
Ahd be proper fayne t’ tell thi of all u’t things we did
But furst off,, con I git some clogs? Thee’re on’y fifty quid.!.. And hoo’s
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
So now hoo’s getten t’ fever and hoo’s at it every neet
Ranting up an’ dahn ahr hall until hoo gets it reet
Throcket wi’ fancy ribbinz, black, yeller, red an’ green
And weor pondering what’s ‘appen’t to the flahntin’disco queen..hoo is
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw!
Steve Lister 2024
Theer’s lasses wearing thray paaht sooits and chaps wi’ bows in th’air
Theer’s things they said were just fer t’lads and lasses had nah chance
But ahr lass ‘as sed hoo wants to go an’ join in t’ morris dance!... And hoo’s
Rantin’* heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
‘Twur in t’ spring o’ ’89 ahr Sarah sez to mee
“I mun away up Wardle town a Clogger fur to be
I seed ‘em dance on Yarksha Street. They seem reet gradely folk
And neaw Ahs fayne to join ‘em.”
Well I thowt it wur a joke… but now hoo’s
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
Hoo toddled off t’ Wardle town, an hour’s peace we had
And when at last hoo toddled wom, hoo softly whispered “Dad.
Ahd be proper fayne t’ tell thi of all u’t things we did
But furst off,, con I git some clogs? Thee’re on’y fifty quid.!.. And hoo’s
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw
So now hoo’s getten t’ fever and hoo’s at it every neet
Ranting up an’ dahn ahr hall until hoo gets it reet
Throcket wi’ fancy ribbinz, black, yeller, red an’ green
And weor pondering what’s ‘appen’t to the flahntin’disco queen..hoo is
Rantin’ heer, rantin’ theer, ranting up and dahn the stear
Rantin’ every bloody weer . Ahr lass is a morris man neaw!
Steve Lister 2024