Yorkshire

Ey up Ow do

Welcome to Yorkshire our land with a view

And enjoy our fat rascals with a grand Yorkshire brew.

When dinner-time calls at precisely midday

Its fish and chips or ‘One of each‘ we say.

On a Sunday we tuck into a roast, with gravy so good

Along with our specialty…The great Yorkshire Pud.

Nearly four hundred years when Charles wore a crown

In the north of our county, is the first seaside town.

And a cave was disclosed with a petrified well

Where Old Mother Shipton, predictions she’d tell.

With eight hundred acres of con-ser-va-tion

Drinking our ale you’ll need moderation.

Vikings, Romans and Normans, invaded with skills

And all left their footprints cherished history spills.

Medieval abbey’s since eleven thirty two

Castle’s and walls, we’ve got quite a few.

Canals and rivers, coal mines and mills

Head to the Pennines to climb them there hills.

In God’s own county you’ll find the best local pub

Did you know that we formed the first football club?

Dracula still roams within sight of the sea

The Bronte’s left us, a fine legacy.

A penny bazaar gave us a store, now worldwide

Stainless steel. Yorkshire’s pride.

You may know some of our characters like those in the Dales

Siegfried and Herriot with a vet’s country tales.

Across the Holme Valley there’s Compo and Nora

And Cleggy the man, an intrepid explorer.

The grandiose Crawley’s and those ‘downstairs‘ too

Across North and the West can be seen walking through.

The white rose our emblem. The eighth month our day

Rhubarb and cheese and maypoles in May

Hobgoblin turned Hobbit a reet bonnie guy

There’s nowt more to say, my pen has gone dry

Except …

If ever there was a county it’s the best by far

Yorkshire; my home, si’ thi’, ta’ra

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