We like mixed races up the hill

We don’t have hate crime here in Dent
For we ‘re  reet  up the dale
The road’ s   that steep ,it scares the sheep
And blocks the Daily Mail.

We don’t care what  race God made you
If you will sup our ale
Some can’t take the bitterness
Southerners shall turn pale.

If you are blonde,please don’t abscond
We like the Viking cast
We also like the thick black  hair
With which our doctor’s  blessed.

We liked  mixed races up the hills
And we like them down
We go to bed, and swing the lead
While the old  do frown.

So some kids have big blonde curls
And some have straight black hair
Some have eyes like damson sloes
All exceeding fair.

Up here in winter it’s not fun
For all we do is knit
We can’t get down to any town
So must employ wa wit.

The evenings long ,we pass with song
Just as do the Finns
The women knit,the  men all spit
Straight out into the bins.

We’re making wa first album  now
It’s called the Magic Newt
We combined Handel and the blues,
Jazz   and our steel boots.

We also  like to rock and roll
And ,man,wa rocks are big
So if you come to old Dent town
Don’t try to steal wa pig.