Go East Young Man

Go east, young man, go east, I say, 

I tell you there’s no better way. 

The way to go for man and beast, 

Go east, young man, go east. 

 

If you live in Liverpool, 

Get right out, don’t be a fool, 

Do not listen to your priest, 

Go east, young man, go east. 

 

Do not stop in Manchester 

That from you I do deter 

Go around it at the least 

Go east, young man, go east. 

 

Tempt ye not by Leeds’ fare 

You do not want to go in there. 

They make vile brew from hops and yeast 

Go east, young man, go east. 

 

From Hull and Halifax and hell, 

May the Good Lord spare you well 

For salvation go off piste 

Go east, young man, go east. 

 

Then in Grimsby you may rest 

That’s the place that is the best 

So if you want to join the feast 

Go east, young man, go east 

 

Poetry

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