A Lad From Lancashire

No matter where I go, London, Paris, Mexico

Anywhere on Earth, they know my place of birth

I met a girl from London when she sat on Blackpool Pier

She said she could tell

I'm a Lad from Lancashire

She said, "Are you a nudist?"

So I blushed and said: "No fear"

I'm covered up like a Lad from Lancashire

North or South, when I open my mouth, they know that I'm not Dutch

They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much

I whispered, "I'll be nudist if you'll be the same my dear"

She said:

"No fear, with a Lad from Lancashire"

A widow nice and young and gay said,

"Come to tea my dear

I've something nice for a Lad from Lancashire"

We sat down on the sofa and I felt her creeping near

I said, "Hee Hee, take care

I'm a Lad from Lancashire"

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that I'm not Dutch

They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much

The widow started kissing me and tickling my ear

I tickled her, like a Lad from Lancashire

I went with Jane down Lovers Lane, she whispered in her ear

"Now do your best for a Lad from Lancashire"

She said to me when on my knee:

"You cant do that there ere"

I said, "Hey Hey! I can, I'm the Lad from Lancashire"

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that I'm not Dutch

They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much

That night when Jane got home again her Ma said:

"You look queer

I'll bet thas been with that Lad from Lancashire