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Ask writers, poets, film-makers
     Or those who like to paint:
Ask the farmers or the countrymen
      Or those you may acquaint - - - 

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And if they live in Yorkshire, well - 
      They’ll tell thee not to shout,
For in God’s own country – yes, right here –
     There’s no doubt He’s about.

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His teams of angels tend the hills,
     The rivers and the lakes.
They love the birds and animals
     And they never make mistakes.

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They paint the purple heathered moors,
      Spray wild flowers everywhere;
They teach the birds to sweetly sing,
      As I’m sure you are aware.

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They nurture God’s own country well,
      As all of us should do 
And, after all the work they do,
     There’s something they’ll need too –

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So, kettle on, bring cups and plates:
     They’ll want their Yorkshire brew:
God’s angels like their tea and scones
      And I’m sure that you do too.

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