Dudley Poem by Della Perry

Yow dow alf spake funnee
That's what they say to me
Those posh people at work
Weir yow from?

Actually they say;
You speak strangely
Where are you from?

And I say, A'rm from Dudleee ay I?
Pra' ard of me heritage I am!
Y' ow know air accent is weird!

They tell me to speak the Queen's English
You can obviously write it
You are quite educated, so why don't you speak properly?
It would make people take you so more seriously. oooh aaah!

But I ay from that place the good old Queenie is from am I.
I cor put no airs and graces on, am yow kiddin?
I'm praird of weir I'm from
Good ole workin' family us lot am!
A bit of the Priory, bit of Cradley Heath,
A bit of Tipton and a bit of that posh plairce Kingswinford!
Yow am impressed by that I see!
We ay all as rough as the road!
But you know, I'll write nicely
I'll work hard and be a decent sort
But I'll never forget my roots, my heritage
My accent and heart will be forever The Black Country.
Blow my bugle at the top of Dudley Castle's turrets
Ate our Gran's faggots and pease,
Sup our ale
And race my beloved pigeons.
Cause like our Lenny Henry, our proud son of Dudley
I'm forever proud
Forever Dudley
Forever our Black Country.