| These are the lyrics to the Terrier Song, sung in the video produced by the Fell & Moreland Working Terrier Club. |
The Terrier Song (Tune: "Laal Melbreak") |
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| Now there's many a song about hunting, Packs and huntsmen are honoured by name, But there isn't a song about terriers Which in Lakeland have gained lasting fame. |
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| Chorus So always remember your terriers, Protect them from wet and from cold, For the love of a tyke for his master Can never be measured in gold. |
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| Whether it's Fury or Trixie or Nellie, Or Rock Jock or Turk it's the same, One quality you'll find among them, And Dalesfolk call it "dead game". And whether he's rough or smooth-coated, He'll tackle badger, otter or fox, Run a drain or creep into a soil-hole, Or squeeze through a grike in the rocks. |
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| Chorus So always remember your terriers, Protect them from wet and from cold, For the love of a tyke for his master Can never be measured in gold. |
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| He'll yield not one inch though they maul him, He'll fight to the death on his own, Though sometimes he'll be imprisoned By a rush-in of soil or of stone. And then the brave lads of the valleys To save him will toil day and night, And join in a Halloo of triumph As he blinks back to God's blessed light. |
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| Now at Cruft's famous show down in London, They have Lakelands that aren't worth the name, If you showed em a fox or an otter They would fly for their lives without shame. They're not built to creep or do battle, But to sit on a chair in the house, And they do say that one recent champion Was chased down the road by a mouse! |
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| So here's to our gallant laal workers, Not beauties, perhaps, but they'll do. With gameness they've also affection And make you a pal good and true. And when your terrier, in old age, is dying, And the world all about you seems sad, A lick on the hand will console you, For a truer friend man never had. |
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| Final Chorus | |
