Reet up to T’Mark

Everything is peaches in the USA
That's what all Yankee ragtime singers say
You must be tired of songs in praise of places o'er the foam
So here's  a song to sing about a place much nearer home
Just hear the melody, and sing it then with me ...

Everything in Lancashire is reet up t'mark
Reet up t'mark, aye, reet up t'mark
That's the place where they say  "Tha nos"
"Ee bah gum!" They never give a button if it snows!
Everything in Lancashire is reet up t'mark
And it's a champion place to have a lark
We don't care a pot of jam
What they do in Alabam
Everything in Lancashire is reet up t'mark!

There are fields of cotton down in Caroline
Lancashire has reels of cotton just as fine
Tennessee has black eyed Susans, they may be all right
Lancashire has black-eyed Lizzies every Saturday night
Although it may be grand, way down in Dixieland ...