yorkshire folk

I am Yorkshire born and bred Strong in arm and wrong in t' head Fueled by Greggs and Gravy and bread And what wer it "Emily Bronte" said? About the moors n t' ghosts n t' dread? I forget. But we're a friendly folk, sorta, If a bit haunted. If a bit mad. You can talk to anyone n everyone knows, Catch us up where t' rhubarb grows.