Whitby town

I long to see the green, green grass And walk the heather moor
And listen to the water as the wavelets lap the shore
No more I'll go to frozen lands with blinding ice and snow
But I'll stay warm in Whitby town, with all the friends I know

Haul on the sail, boys
Haul on the sail
There's a fast tide flowing and the wind is blowing free
Haul on the sail, boys
Haul on the sail
Till we're safely anchored, in old Whitby

Hazel Boulton