Yorkshire, them.
Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
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From here to utopia that's where we'll go,
An uncalculated time that we may never know,
where the heads of the societies' richest roll,
and only the greenest of grass can grow,
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The news comes flashing on,
A nations shame,
we're in downfall they say,
and we know who to blame,
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An Ebony sky flashes white,
We're deep in the trenches tonight,
shoulder to shoulder in the biter cold,
we don't know what we're fighting for,
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I have a neighbour called Graham,
and I'll try my best to portray him,
First words, "I just think we should look after our own",
As I put on my high vis,
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