Yorkshireman I (Eric Idle):
Very passable, this, eh? Very passable.
Ay, oh ay.
Yorkshireman II (Graham Chapman):
Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chasselet, eh, Josiah?
III (Terry Jones):
Oh, you're right there, Obadiah.
Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking Chateau de Chasselet, eh?
Yorkshireman IV (Michael Palin):
Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Ay! A cup of cold tea!
milk or sugar!
In a cracked cup and all.
Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Because we were poor!
My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness,
He was right!
I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all
twenty-six of us, no
furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear
You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in corridor!
Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old
water tank on a rubbish heap. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all
over us! House, huh!
Well, when I say "house", it was just a hole in the ground, covered
by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was
a house to us!
We were evicted from our
hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
You were lucky to have a lake!
There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
A cardboard box?
You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper
in a septic tank! We used to have to
get up every morning at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down
at mill, fourteen hours a
day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash
us to sleep with
Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake
at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a
handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill,
for twopence a month, come home, and dad would
beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the
shoebox in the middle of the
night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing
cold gravel, work
twenty-four hours a day at mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our dad
us in two wi' breadknife.
Right! I had to get up in the morning,
at ten o'clock at night, 'alf an hour before I went to bed, eat a
lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a
day down mill and pay mill-owner for permission to come to
work, and when we got 'ome, our dad would kill us and
dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
Oh, ay. And you try and tell the young
people of today that, and they won't believe you!
No, no they won't!