Well I’d walk from ’ere to Skipton,
Ten miles o’ clarty [muddy] lane
If I could see him face to face
I’d thank him for his pain.
Chorus: He took me out of the workhouse
And he gives me life that’s free,
Five shillings a week for cheating death,
That’s what Lloyd George gives me.
Well he gives me leet [light] an’ firing [heating]
And flour to bake me bread
And tea to mash me every meal
And sup until I’m dead,
And I’ve nowt to do but thank him
An’ make a cross with t’ pen [vote],
Five shilling a week for nowt but that,
Aye, he’s the best of men.
Well I don’t know much about politics,
But I do love that lord,
For he spends ’is money like a king
When other folks is lowered,
And I know lots of old fellers
Who are past their seventieth year,
Lloyd George he addles brass for them [Gives them money]
To buy a sup o’ beer.
Well if my old man were here today
He’d say that I spoke true,
Though ’e never liked them Liberal lot
And he always voted blue [Conservative]
But parson’s wife she told me
That soon we’re going to t’ poll [have a General Election]
Well I hope she’s right, I’ll vote for him
With all me heart and soul.
Well Ah don’t know where ’e comes from
Happen [Maybe] it’s down Leeds way,
But every night an’ morning
For ’is long life I’ll pray.