I've often sat at the end of the bar

From Fossgate to Bootham Bar

And every place in between

I've drank in, laughed and leaned

But the Terrier choice is mine.

And I've staggered from pub to pub

Supping ale as good as it comes.

Until the next morn

Still as drunk as a lord

I've sweat ale instead of what I should.

What at the end of this for me

But a damn good cup of tea.

A good Yorkshire Brew

Golden orange and stewed

For a Terrier girl is me.

Now I tell of a warning to you.

Enjoy your heady and warming brew

But don't drink alone

Or you could become

A boring, pissed poet too!

16/8/11