Christy Moore The Dalesman's Litany
It's hard when folks can't get their work where they've
been bred and born
When I was young I used to think I'd bide my time 'mid
the roots and the corn
But I've been forced to flee the town so here's my
litany
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good Lord deliver me
When I was courting Mary Anne the auld squire he said
one day
I've got no room for wedded folk choose to wed or stay
I could not leave the girl I loved so town we had to
flee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good Lord deliver me
I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield where I've addled
honest brass
In Bradford, Keightley, Rotherham, I've kept my bairns
and lass
I've travelled all three ridings round and once I've
been to sea
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good Lord deliver me
I've been through Sheffield lanes at night 'twere just
like being in hell
The furnaces thrust out tongues of flame that roared
like wind o'er the fell
I've sammed up coal in Barnsley pit with muck up to my
knee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good Lord deliver me
I've seen grey fog creep o'er Leeds Brig as thick as
Bastille soup
I've been where folks are stowed away like rabbits in a
coup
I've seen snow fall on Bradford Beck as black as ebony
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good Lord deliver me
But now my children all have flown to the country I'll
go back
There'll be forty miles of heathery moor 'twixt me and
the coal pit slack
And oft at night as I sit round the fire I'll think of
the misery
From Hull and Halifax and Hell good lord deliver me
