I `ad it rough when I were young

Though I turned eawt aw reight

Browt up deawn in Withenshaw

Born in a cobbled street

 

My mum were quick in labour

Her `ad no time to sheawt

One quick twinge, her watter broke

An then I jus' popped eawt

 

My faither wuzzent very pleased

In fact he maoned an' cussed

He 'ad to miss th' National

Weer 'is horse 'ad come in fust.

 

I we're youngest of eawr breed

Five of us in aw

They made aw decisions

I'd sit theer an' baw'

 

I 'ad to wear their 'ond-me-downs

Passed fer one to t'others

It could 'ave been far worse

I could 'ave 'ad four brothers.