Ah, back in bad old '99, When bad ol' Beth was King, The folk of Yorkshire saw the sign, And they began to sing: Prepare to die, you tyrant lords, That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords And in the year 2000, They went into the streets, And marched, with twenty thousand, Through rain and snow and sleet, Prepare to die, you tyrant lords, That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords But 'twas in that wonderful '01, Most glorious of years, When the battle it was won, And the southrons fled in fear. Prepare to die, you tyrant lords, That have slain bold Yorkshire with your swords