North, East, And West.
(Clapham Meet, January 28th, 1928)

Words by H. A. Crawford     Music by J. K. Crawford

Oh, Yorkshire valleys, Yorkshire fells !
With heart and brain bemused, I longed
To leave the city’s markets thronged
And buy the balm your beauty sells.

Oh, Yorkshire valleys, Yorkshire fells,
I’d buy the balm your beauty sells.

So up I went through Pickering,
Over the purple moor,
And the plover’s cry
‘Neath a cloud-flecked sky
Was the key to my heart’s closed door ;
And then as I climbed from Saltersgate,
My spirit rose with me,
Till I reached the crown
Where the roads run down,
And I sang as I saw the sea.

Or leaving the plain by Garrowby
I crossed the rolling Wolds,
There the partridge whirred
And the rabbits stirred
And the sheep stood in netted folds !
Away to the south past Weighton,
Where Humber sweeps to the sea,
Like an azure bay
The County lay
And my soul from its bonds rose free.

And west this time by Ribblehead
With white mist whirling down,
O’er hill and vale
By Wensley’s dale,
To Reeth and Richmond town.
So men may sing of Warwickshire,
And some of Devon’s sea
Or of Sussex and Kent,
Or of Severn and Trent,
But York is the county for me.