Yorkie Bar
Don’t come to Yorkshire, it’s a terrible place
Full of flat caps who get reet in yer face
It’s cold and it’s wet and dirty as hell
And the countryside’s full of such god-awful smells
The people are dreadful and don’t like strangers
If you disagree with their views
You are always in danger
The sea is polluted, the hotels are no good
The food is inedible, unless you like Yorkshire pud
It’s better for all if you just stay away
Leave the Tykes in God’s country
Offcomers don’t enter and ruin our ways.
PJ.
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