I went fer walk and didn’t stop
‘cos Lanky looked a beaut.
It had them parks wi’ singing larks
and trees all full o fruit.

I liked as how the towns spread out
like petals on the breeze,
and how the chimneys sat forlorn
all trying not to sneeze.

I liked the markets in the squares
wi’ folk all millin’ through,
and ‘ow their tungs were wagging loose
wi’ gossip old and new.

And so over t’ills t’other mills
where sun set like a rose,
I walked the walk and talked the talk
us Lanky kids all knows.

In Chorley I dun stopped to eat
in Preston stopped to drink
in Blackpoo’ then I stopped me feet
and sat down just to think.

I thought of t’other places near
and some quite far away,
‘cos Lancashire is one deep breath
Milnrow t’ Morecambe Bay.

I thought of ‘ow we liked us chips
and posh food on our plate,
like sausage and black pudding
and eggs to mek it great.

But there are other things I love
like nothing has us beat,
how even in the worst o times
we’ll smile and say “aw reet?”

And there are plenty times like these
when weather turns for worse
but now I know the way to cope
is writing me own verse.

And so I med me way back home
and told me dear old mum
“I’ve seen the whole wide world I ‘ave:
by ‘eck and ’ee by GUM!” 

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