Wonderful '01

Ah, back in bad old '99,

When bad ol' Beth was King,

The folk of Yorkshire saw the sign,

And they began to sing:


 * ''Prepare to die, you tyrant lords,
 * That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords

And in the year 2000,

They went into the streets,

And marched, with twenty thousand,

Through rain and snow and sleet,


 * ''Prepare to die, you tyrant lords,
 * That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords

But 'twas in that wonderful '01,

Most glorious of years,

When the battle it was won,

And the southrons fled in fear.


 * ''Prepare to die, you tyrant lords,
 * That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords

In '01 the soil was freed,

The people's hearts rejoiced,

Let all remember and take heed:

Stand up and raise your voice.


 * ''Prepare to die, you tyrant lords,
 * That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords