The farm remains he laboured on And cherished like a lover; The land remains but he is gone; The sunlight days are over. He was most loyal and a friend With gentle ways of giving, He took the blows that fate can send As well as any living. He loved the hills that were his home, He loved sunrise and setting; He loved to see the green corn come, He loved the harvest getting. Where fields are walled with Yorkshire stone, Where Yorkshire kind go reaping, Among the folk he called his own The Yorkshire lad is sleeping. (Adapted from the poem ' A Cotswold Lad' by Frank Mansell)

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