God's Own County

by Luke Simnett




Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Yorkshire's said to have broad acres
With woollen mills and steelworks
And Yorkshire pudding makers
And Yorkshire pudding makers

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

England's biggest county has so much to offer
People come from far and wide
For education work and sport
Some even to reside
But tha'll 'ave t' learn the language
I'll gi' it to thee straight
If tha does learn t' lingo
Tha'll be reight, tha'll be reight

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Last year the Tour de Yorkshire
Outdid the Tour de France
The peloton hit Sheffield
All in with a chance!
The city built on seven hills
Each steeper than the rest!
For the yellow vest and all the rest
A sterner test than any met in France!

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county...

Written by: Neville Wheeler OBE

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