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It's hard when folks can't find their work
Where they've been bred and born
When I was young I always thought
I'd bide amidst fruits and corn
But I've been forced to work in towns
So here's my litany
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me

When I was courting Mary Jane
The old Squire he says to me
I've got no rooms for wedded folks
Choose whether to go or to stay
I could not give up the girl I loved
So to town I was forced to flee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me

I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield
And on some honest brass
In Bradford, Keighley, Rotterham
I've kept my bairns and lass
I've travelled all three Ridings round
And once I went to sea
From forges, mills and coaling boats
Good Lord deliver me

I've walked at night through Sheffield lanes
T'was just like being in Hell
Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire
And roared like the wind on the fell
I've shovelled coals in Barnsley pits
With muck up to my knee
From Barnsley, Sheffield, Rotterham
Good Lord deliver me

I've seen fog creep across Leeds bridge
As thick as the Bastille soup
I've lived where folks were stowed away
Like rabbits in a coop
And I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck
As black as ebony
From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsley Slack
Good Lord deliver me

But now that all our children have gone
To the country we've come back
There's forty miles of heathery moor
'Twixt us and the coal pits slack
And as I sit by the fire at night
I laugh and shout with glee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
The Good Lord delivered me.

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