Being the demented ramblings of a Yorkshireman forced to live Down South.
In The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter
Thirsty men made moan
Pubs stood closed and empty
Let out a small groan
Groans had fallen
Groan on groan
In the bleak midwinter,
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