THE GRAND PUBS OF YORKSHIRE
(Peter J. Benson (?))

I'm a travelling man, that's for certain.
Some folk think that drinkin's me job,
But I need a small ale just to tell a tall tale
For which people will pay a few bob.

I've travelled all over this country.
I've drunk in the east and the west,
But from Lancing to Wick I can march double quick
For the pubs up in Yorkshire are best.

CHORUS: So here's to the grand pubs of Yorkshire:
The White Bear, the Owl, and the Crown, [or "the Star, and the Plough"?]
The Admiral Ben and the Parson's Revenge.
I wish I were drinking there now!

Of London, I've not much to tell thee,
And Devon's got cream cheese and tea,
And Kent's got its meads, but it's better in Leeds
Where John Tetley's the brewer for me.

In Birmingham town I got stranded.
It's down in the Midlands, you know,
Where the beer is all flat--I could never drink that--
And the barkeeps are all bloody slow. CHORUS

There's a chap called McEwan in Scotland,
And the beer that he brews isn't bad,
But the secrets he knew for the beer that he brews
He stole from an old Yorkshire lad.

I once knew a chap went to Ireland
Where the beer is so dark that it's black,
But the whisky is fine and the girls there divine,
So I don't know if he's coming back. CHORUS

Now I know what some people are thinkin',
That to leave such a heaven I'm mad,
But when I left me home and decided to roam,
Well, I didn't know that beer could be bad. CHORUS

Transcribed by Shadowmonk and friends
From "Lyve Behind Bars" - Pyrates Royale

**(Chorus is from memory - not sure that it is accurate - Mmario)

Corrections made in accordance with later messages. --JoeClone, 28-Aug-03.