Through Yorkshire Fog and Timothy
Through Yorkshire Fog and Timothy
Intolerant of race a creed
I tread the sods with heavy feet
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
A spear I raise to fiend and foe
From where I came I'll always know
My mothers breast my fathers hand
Brought me up to be a man
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I ponder rose and honeysuckle
Clench my fist and bite my knuckle
I crouch in anticipation
Fight for my mothers nation
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.
I'm sodden from the dew.

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