("Ee! By Gum, She's A Champion!")
Sweethearts they left behind, sweethearts for whom they pined
One said, 'My little shy little lass has a waist so trim and small
Grey are her eyes so bright, but best best of all,'
Chorus: 'My girls a Yorkshire girl, Yorkshire through and through
My girl's a Yorkshire girl
Eh by gum, she's champion
Though she's a factory lass, and wears no fancy clothes
I've a sort of a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire Rose.'
When the first finished singing in praise of Rose, Rose, Rose
Poor number two looked vexed, saying in tones perplexed
'My lass works in a factory too, and also has eyes of grey
Her name is Rose as well, and strange, strange to say,
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To a cottage in Yorkshire they heid to Rose, Rose, Rose
Meaning to make it clear, which was the boy most dear
Rose, their Rose didn't answer the bell, but her husband did instead
Loudly he sang to them as off, off they fled.
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