More Info The drinking dens are spilling out there's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about and a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors the shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for somebody's arms to fall into
That's what it is it's what it is now
There's frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
