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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! |