Yorkshire Bred

You travel across the moors

From Dracula’s Whitby to York

The scenery of North Yorkshire

Fair takes your breath away

The beauty and the starkness

Invites you ” come please stay”

They say it’s not gods own country

At least by those who from here don’t come

The Yorkshire folk see it differently

“Gods”? 

“Not bloody likely ‘si thi’ lad –

This is our very own

We don’t mind you visiting

Come live here if you must

But remember this is Yorkshire 

Where if you’re born and bred

It will remain in your bones

Long after you are dead