Lancashire Rose

I’m a Witch without a Broom,

I’m a Nun without a Steeple,

I’m a Queen without a Kingdom,

I’m a Goddess without a People.

 

I’m a Barren Mother of Orphans,

I’m a Feast for the Famished,

I’m a Shelter for the Widows,

I’m a Saviour to the Banished.

 

Come in my home is yours,

I won’t see you do ’bout,

Not when I ‘av more than enough,

And you appear to have nowt.

 

As you can tell by my accent,

I’m not really any of the above,

I truly am a  Lancashire Rose,

And my heart is filled with love.

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 © ‘our’ CMA 2016