Aar Ida's hed a Yorkist stove -
30 years a more,
It's bin 'er special pride an joy
since t'day it cem thru't doar.
Together they reached culinary heights
no-one could surpass,
T'stars of any kitchen - this Yorkist stove
an' Yorkshire lass.
T'delights of 'ome cookin -
she shares owt wi a generous hand.
Crusty bread, sponges, apple pies -
they mek t'tastiest food in t'land!
Tho' wi good owd Yorkshire puddin'
they do o'course excel -
They 'av their "exotic dishes"
an secret recipes as well.
A dainty dish fo't invalid,
A banquet served wi wine -
Their table tempt t'most finicky
while't biggest gourmet wouldn't pine.
But time, alas, has taken it's toll,
Wi't "screwmatics" she's naa beset -
While't owd stove he's got just abaht
ivvery thing owd stoves can get!
Still, they struggle on together -
though 'er gifted hands a not sa quick,
And t'owd stove can't work at all,
wi owt it propped up wi a stick!
That's why she meks na promises -
"It depends," is all she'll say -
But when t'winds in reight direction, they'll bake
an then gi' it all away.
They find comfort in a coal fire -
it's warmth soothes their aches an' pains.
While memories sit in it's shadows,
an' pictures glow in it's flames.
But t'owd stove's under sentence naa -
well, it's all wore owt ...an' that...
Sa it's daft ter brek yer 'eart -
it's not like a dog or a cat!
But wimmin can be funny...
the'll bi no hoddin' back t'tears on't day
they fling it on a dust cart
an' tek aar Ida's stove away.
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