1. Well I’d walk from ’ere to Skipton,Ten miles o’ clarty [muddy] laneIf I could see him face to faceI’d thank him for his pain.Chorus: He took me out of the workhouseAnd he gives me life that’s free,Five shillings a week for cheating death,That’s what Lloyd George gives me.Well he gives me leet [light] an’ firing [heating]And flour to bake me breadAnd tea to mash me every mealAnd sup until I’m dead,And I’ve nowt to do but thank himAn’ make a cross with t’ pen [vote],Five shilling a week for nowt but that,Aye, he’s the best of men. Well I don’t know much about politics,But I do love that lord,For he spends ’is money like a kingWhen other folks is lowered,And I know lots of old fellersWho are past their seventieth year,Lloyd George he addles brass for them [Gives them money] To buy a sup o’ beer. Well if my old man were here todayHe’d say that I spoke true,Though ’e never liked them Liberal lotAnd he always voted blue [Conservative]But parson’s wife she told meThat soon we’re going to t’ poll [have a General Election] Well I hope she’s right, I’ll vote for himWith all me heart and soul. Well Ah don’t know where ’e comes fromHappen [Maybe] it’s down Leeds way,But every night an’ morningFor ’is long life I’ll pray.