Me mam was a Yorkshire lass,
Over eighty when she died,
Knew she couldn't beat cancer
But my Lord she really tried.
In the Cottage Hospital
Drifting in and out of sleep,
Drifting ever nearer to
That final fatal leap,
A hard working country girl
Ever the way with a word
And I'll never ever forget
Her last ones that I heard.
“Eh lad,” she suddenly said,
“I don't know what tha'll do
If tha's not got a pot piddle in”
Cross my heart, I swear it's true.
She never spoke another word
And later on that night she died
Peacefully in her sleep with
Big brother at her side.
She'd a way with words, me mam
Never forget her last to me
So many times they make me laugh
When I'm standing having a pee.
