FOLKS from Down South refer to us as them Up North


As though we are a class apart


Well I am proud to be working class


At least we work. We built our land


No riches ever came our way


But pride we had and with what we did, building


every working day


I’ve listened to a silly ass saying


Oh it’s one of them from up north. Working Class

 
The idle rich would not know how to cope


Where things go, what to do,


Unless they got a bob or two


The working class “Up North” get berated


By the so called “educated”


Who wouldn’t know a spade from a spade even if things were displayed


Whose hands built their mansions? The road they now walk on?


Why them Up North


Castles, railway lines, bridges so fine


For what it’s worth the idle men don’t live Up North


There is no divide


Nobody’s posh only greedy folk who love their dosh


Left to them the world around would fall


As they sit there doing “now’t at all” relying on


“Then up North the working class”


By G Kearns
Aged 93
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