Yorkshire Fog - Yorkshire Fog lyrics

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. 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 ponder rose and honeys**le Clench my fist and bite my knuckle I crouch in anticipation Fight for my mother's nation I'm sodden from the dew.