In Georgian times, just mention 'spa'
And folk would come from near and far.
     Link 'spa' to Harrogate or Bath,
     And soon there’d be a well-worn path.

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Wealthy people needed care,
And Harrogate would gladly share
     Their waters and their smart hotels,
     To make the sick, but wealthy, well.

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Iron, sulphur and common salt,
Caused their aches and pains to halt.
     A citadel famed for its springs?
    Ah yes, but look what money brings!

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Harrogate’s fame for water came,
When, on the scene, there came a name:
      William Slingsby did foretell
      That Harrogate’s water makes you well.

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The rest is history, you see,
And Harrogate’s known by you and me
     To draw the tourists from afar,
     With much more than their famous spa.

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The Georgian’s wanted gardens, flowers
And good hotels to pass their hours.
     Theatres, restaurants, shops and art –
     Well, that’s a few things for a start.

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For me, this town’s not far from home,
And there I love to go and roam,
     To visit gardens, meet my friends –
     Oh there’s much more, you can depend.

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There are many words I could write down,
But thank you Georgians for this town.
     My day‘s gone fast, I must away,
     But I’ll be back another day.

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