Remember, lad, said my old dad, if thou art Yorkshire born
No matter where thou wander, tha'll never be forlorn
From Russia to the Rhondda thou hardly need say aye
And out of t' blue I tell thee true, tha'll hear a joyous cry
EE, BY GUM! EE, BY GUM!
I see tha's come from Yorkshire
Yorksheer, Yorksheer
Where they talk sheer poetry
Tha couldn't come from t' south
Where they talk with t' plum in 't mouth
Not thee, by gum, there's nowt of t' plum with thee
And I'll tell thee chum, ee, by gum
Tha has to come from Yorkshire
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A lad from Hull who found life dull set off to reach Tibet
And get as far away as 't were possible to get
He got to t' Himalayas and yodelled "well, I'm blessed!"
And in reply, there came a cry from up Mount Everest
EE, BY GUM! EE, BY GUM!
I see tha's come from Yorkshire
Yorksheer, Yorksheer
Where they talk sheer poetry
Them dulcet tones o' thine, by heck, they're t' same as mine
We sound, by gum, like Tweedle-dum and Dee
And I'll tell thee chum, ee, by gum
Tha has to come from Yorkshire
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Now, Captain Cook, he often took long walks on t' Yorkshire Moors
'T were there he got the notion to organise Cook's Tours
Well, after months on t' ocean he came to Botany Bay
Imagine, then, his feelings when he heard a native say
"Eebagum, goolagong"
What's that lad?
"Eebagum, goolagong"
Yes, I know the latin name, but what was the first bit you said?
"Eebagum!"
Did you hear that, folks? His pronunciation were a bit weird but what I think he said was…
EE, BY GUM! EE, BY GUM!
I see tha's come from Yorkshire
Yorksheer, Yorksheer
Where they talk sheer poetry
I see tha works down t' pit. Tha's black, I must admit
Could tha spare a sack of nutty slack for me?
Like me, by gum, ee, by gum
Tha has to come from Yorkshire
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EE, BY GUM! EE, BY GUM!
I see tha's come from Yorkshire
Yorksheer, Yorksheer
Where they talk sheer poetry
Tha couldn't come from t' south
Where they talk with t' plum in 't mouth
Not thee, by gum, there's nowt of t' plum with thee
You're just like me, by gum, ee, by gum
Tha has to come from Yorkshire
From Y-O-R-K-S-H-I-R-EE, BY GUM!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
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