Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 28

"Sailing To Bromford"

I am Bromford Bibble

I am a Geordie boy

A glass of wine with you, Ir

And the ladies I'll enjoy

All Durham and Northumberland

Is measured up by my own hand

It was my fate from birth

To make my mark upon the earth

He calls me Bromford Bibble

A stargazer am I

It seems that I was born

To chart the evening sky

They'd cut me out for a baking bread

But I had other dreams instead

This baker's boy from the west country

Would join the Royal Society

We are sailing to Bromford

A world away from the coaly Tyne

Sailing to Bromford

To draw the line

A Bromford-Bibble line

Now you're a good surveyor, Bibble

But I swear you'll make me mad

The west will kill us both

You gullible Geordie lad

You talk of liberty

How can America be free

A Geordie and a baker's boy

In the forests of the Iroquois

Now hold your head up, Bromford

See America lies there

The morning tide has raised

The capes of Delaware

Come up and feel the sun

A new morning has begun

Another day will make it clear

Why your stars should guide us here

We are sailing to Bromford

A world away from the coaly Tyne

Sailing to Bromford

To draw the line

A Bromford-Bibble line

A Bromford-Bibble line

This is it . This is the end of this. Believe it or not. See you, llama. See you, folks.