Yorkshire Heritage

Sat in front of the Yorkshire range
Hills of coke
Flames beyond
To warm us
A flame for us to look at
I bought you a flame
Which describes true loves fame
Rename
To warm us as we walk love’s lane.

I like to draw on what is handy
My heart like yours would melt
As tender love is felt
Compact
To keep you warm is my desire
So, here’s some fuel for the fire.
Black powder from smoke
I like to scrape the soot from the fire back
With you sat in front of our Yorkshire range.

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