Nowt a pound

Eh, Lad, ah says tha's nowt a pound,
Tha's nowt a pound, ah say.
Tha's nowt a pound, that's what ah've found,
Thy feet is med o' clay.
Tha wudn' even stand tha ground;
Th'art nowt a pound, ah say!

Tha back's a streak o' brightest yeller
An' watter's i' thi veins;
Tha's a bloodless, weedy type o' feller
Endahed wi' coward's brains!
Tha's nowt a pound, nor nowt a pound,
Th'art nowt a pound, ah say!

Thy gal's a bonny, pritty lass
Who'd blooms upon 'er cheek,
But thy be'aviour were so crass
She now looks pritty bleak!
Tha's nowt as pound, nor nowt a pound,
Th'art nowt a pound, ah say!

Tha wudden stand up to a man
An' yet yer did 'er wrong.
Tha cut 'er dead, an slapped 'er round
An' sang a coward's song. 
Tha's nowt a pound, now nowt a pound,
Th'art nowt a pound, ah say!

I 'ate a man like thee, I does,
Though 'man' for thee's too grand.
Just thee avoid the rest of us
Or else we'll mek thee stand
An' face the consequences of
Thy deeds, that fact's in 'and.
Tha's nowt a pound, nor nowt a pound,
Th'art nowt a pound, ah say!