Songs of the Ridings  by F. W. (Frederic William) Moorman
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			9. Simpletons   10. stiff   11. Shovel  12. Gates 
			Lord George These verses were written soon after the Old Age Pensions Bill came into operation. I'd walk frae here to Skipton, Ten mile o' clarty(1) lanes, If I might see him face to face An' thank him for his pains. He's ta'en me out o' t' Bastile,(2) He's gi'en me life that's free: Five shill'n a week for fuglin'(3) Death Is what Lord George gives me. He gives me leet an' firin', An' flour to bak i' t' yoon.(4) I've tea to mesh for ivery meal An' sup all t' afternoon. I've nowt to do but thank him, An' mak' a cross wi' t' pen; Five shillin' a week for nobbut that! Gow! he's the jewel o' men.  | 
		
			
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