Born and Bred Me Father Said

[johnsbucket]

Breathe in the air let it run through your gills,

Take in the view of those dales and hills,

Yorkshire hills full of Yorkshire pride,

Where good men fought and good men died,

Steel was made, and Pits were mined,

Village folk and communities all of a kind,

Tha’s Yorkshire son, born and bred,

Where spirit lives on long after your dead.

 

 

johnsbucket