Today is Yorkshire Day

Yorkshire Day promotes the rich history of the English county of Yorkshire. Originally a military observance, the day has expanded to become a celebration of all things to do with Yorkshire; from flat caps to black puddings and more!
What a shame @WoodyLubber has turned southern

 

@WoodyLubber was last seen eating jellied Eels somewhere down sarff. It's true that he's been converted

 

I hear he has also developed a liking for pie, mash n licker.

So today is gods country day

 

Ow do. Happy Yorkshire Day to all fellow Tykes and those of thee who aren't from the Land of the White Rose.
See thi.

 

i may be darrnn sarrff but my yorkshire flag is still flying high

 

i lika ya puddinz n ya aksentz , oh yeh but our winds did down ya flag too

 

I love Yorkshire, it's nearly as good as Scotland

 

Bluudee Brilliarnt

 

The Mrs is happy coming from the Republic of Yorkshire.

 

I think we can all agree Yorkshire Day is the greatest day on the calendar

Happy Yorkshire Day everybody

 

Once been..never forgotten..

 

God's very own country

 

What else comes from this Yorkshire place ?

 

What phone network does a yorkshireman use?
t'mobile.

 

in Yorkshire dialect the "t'" is silent - so that joke doesn't work - don't be making fun of our speech - watch thee sen

 

‘Twas always a bone of contention
twixt Yorkshire and Lancashire folk
As to who made the greatest black pudding
for each thought the others a joke.

So Albert a proud a proud Higginbottom
determined to end this empasse
Threw down a challenge to Yorkshire
the prize being a Lancashire lass.

‘Have you taken leave of your senses?'
his father quite worried enquired
‘I intend to settle this once and for all'
replied Albert now duly inspired.

‘They've nowt like our lasses in Yorkshire
they'll jump at the chance just you see
I'll show them what real women look like
and just how black puddings should be.

Now just across't Pennines in Yorkshire
having nicely just watered his veg
A champion black pudding maker
called Percy was trimming his hedge.

‘Hello Mr Routledge' said Tommy
said a young Yorkshire lad passing by
‘They're having a black pudding contest
I thought you might give it a try.'

‘A black pudding contest you say lad
why not I've tried most things to date
And when it comes down to the pride of our county
me veggies'll just have to wait.'

So Percy set too with a vengeance
ingredients just had to be right
The recipe he would be using
had been handed down ad infinite.

Pig's blood arrived by the truckload
donated by folk far and wide
Some things are known to be sacred tha' knows
such as Yorkshire black puddings and pride.

Three days the blood stood congealing
maturing it had to be right
And in case of Lancastrian cheating
it ‘wor guarded by day and by night.

Adjustments were made to the heating
to coax the pig's blood into curd
The recipe called for consistency
shaken then evenly stirred.

You can't just expect instant success
like a patient it has to be nursed
Ask any good black pudding maker
he'll tell you how many he's cursed.

Then you wake up one morning and bingo
you've cracked it you know you can tell
If you've ‘owt like a nose for black puddings
you'll know by that very first smell.

Soon came the day of the contest
the puddings arrived in some style
Some said the best one was Percy's
and that it would win by a mile.

Others said Albert's would triumph
you could tell by it's colour and text
‘A masterpiece' said Albert's brother
‘garbage' said Tommy what next?

Tommy was there with his mother
Yorkshire she was born and bred
‘It has to be one or the other' said Tommy
‘makes sense our Thomas' she said.

The time for the sampling drew nearer
the judges arrived in't marquee
A huge crowd from both sides of't Pennines
all wondered who't winner would be.

A deathly hush soon then descended
the huge crowd fell silent as first...
The judges devoured with some relish
Albert's pudding... the crowd feared the worst.

‘Eeh reet grand our Albert it's champion'
said one judge but summat ‘wor wrong
For he spoke wi' a Lancashire accent
and he sang an old Gracie Fields song.

‘Sally Sally pride of our alley'
‘it's a fiddle' young Tommy he cried
‘They're as bent as that bloomin' black pudding of theirs'
and it seemed he had't crowd on his side.

For although partisan they spurned cheating
they knew Percy's prize had been pinched
And if they'd not been escorted from't marquee just then
the lot of ‘em might have been lynched.

Now the story has two happy endings
for the Lancashire lass it turned out
Had been born on the wrong side of't Pennines
she ‘wor Yorkshire there seemed little doubt.

For the first words she spoke when they asked her
as to where she was from and all that
Were spoke in a broad Yorkshire accent
‘ah's from Ilkley tha' knows Moor Ba Tat.

Needles to say that the contest
was now finished with over and done
The Lancashire pudding was chucked out
Percy's black pudding had won.

Now the lass took a shine to young Tommy
and proposed to him there on the spot
And just like old Percy's black pudding
she was rather dark spicy and hot.

And wouldn't you know years later
she married young Tommy tha' knows
And they later gave birth to a daughter
a bonny young white Yorkshire Rose.

Now the moral of this story is simple
when it comes to black puddings and pride
Yorkshire or Lancashire and which is the best
I'm afraid that's for you to decide.

 

do they do white water raftin n go clubbin in yorkshire?

 

My father's secretary was a member of the Yorskshire Dialect Society - here's some poetry - it should be intelligible to most

We're down in't coyle 'oyle
Where't muck slarts on't winders
We've used all us coyle up
And we're rait down't t'cinders,
But if bum bailiff comes
Ee'll nivver findus
Cos we'll be down in't coyle 'oyle
Where't muck slarts on't winders

 

but i do lurrv you lot