Yorkshire Day
Well ee by gum tha’s wrote sum lines
For Yorkshire this one’s ‘bart
‘Cause see my pals it’s Yorkshire Day
That land’s a work of art
That fine green pleasant land gus far
It’s grand right o’er t’yonder
To stand up ‘igh above them hills
Fresh air which meks thi ponder
Then later on when t’sun goes down
An we gus back for t’snap
The call of golden puddings there
There’s nowt like that mi chap
If I were asked abart these hills
An’ asked to say what’s great
Tha’d not get much right arta me
Ad jus say it’s all reet
These lines are for all t’Yorkshire folk
An t’rhymes might be cack-handed
But know if I got stuck somewhere
I’d want here to be stranded
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