Puddin' Love

Me an mi husband, is name is Harry, 

Av a son an is name is Ted

E gev us a shock t'other mornin, 

E telled us ee wer bahn ter get wed. 

Well I wor fair capped when e telled us, 

An ahr said "Wait a minute, nah look:

It's all very well gerrin married, Ted,
But can this lass really cook?"

He alus wer one for is stummick, 

An my puddins are alus ah't best,

So ah said to Ted wi a glem in mi eye,

"We'll just hev to giv this lass a good test!"

So when I asked her to come over,

She came just as fast as she could

Then ah said "Nah then, if yer marry ah Ted, 

Can yer cook im a good Yorkshire pud?"

"Why, that I can" she answered, "I'll show yer"

An set to work reight away

Usin eggs, salt, milk an sum watter,

Spoonfuls o flour an a tray.

She mixed it wi speed an wi vigour

Till it wer just like snow from the skies

Then placed it in an 'ot oven

So careful, an wi a big sigh.

She left it a good 30 minutes

Then took it out, golden an light,

That puddin were quite a fair picture,

All risen an golden an bright.

Then ah said, "Yes lass, yer can do it,

You'll do ter marry ahr lad,

An t'lass were as pleased as a peacock 

An Ted gev a wink to 'is Dad!

"But what's yer secret o't puddin?" Ah said,

Just to mek a good start,

An t'lass she laughed as she answered, "Wah that's simple, 

Ah just mix it wi love in mi heart!"