O little town of Headingley
How still you seem to lie
Off season lull, no longer full
The winter months go by
Yet in St Micheals Lane shineth
The everlasting rose
The emblem of our Yorkshire boys
That keeps them on their toes
As Galey takes the mantel
With hopes of silverware
While Middx sleep , Yorkshire doth creep
To regain their crown with flair
O great white rose of Yorkshire
Watch over all the team
Keep them faithful, fit and well
And focussed on the dream
How silently, how silently
The months are passing by
Winter is here with xmas cheer
New year and spring is nigh.
No words can quell the feeling
Of joy as it does rise
No cold or snow or fog or sleet
Can dull the gleaming prize
O Yorkshiremen of Headingley
Prepare to fight the foe
The season new is nearly due
All systems ready to go
We hear the western terrace singing
Songs both new and old
Lets win again, be champs again
Our team of boys so bold
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