In Yorkshire's heart, the morning gleams, A tapestry of gentle dreams. Lads and lassies, rise anew, Happy Saturday to all of you. The dales stretch wide, the moors do call, For laughter echoes waterfall. Together, let joy's anthem play, In Yorkshire's cradle, greet the day. May winds of cheer lift every brow, And happiness infuse the now. From this proud lad, with warmth, I send, A Saturday that never ends.