A Lad From Lancashire

No matter where I go, London, Paris, Mexico
Anywhere on Earth, they know my place of birth
I met a girl from London when she sat on Blackpool Pier
She said she could tell
I′m a Lad from Lancashire
She said, "Are you a nudist?"
So I blushed and said: "No fear"
I'm covered up like a Lad from Lancashire

North or South, when I open my mouth, they know that I′m not Dutch
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much
I whispered, "I'll be nudist if you'll be the same my dear"
She said:
"No fear, with a Lad from Lancashire"
A widow nice and young and gay said,
"Come to tea my dear
I′ve something nice for a Lad from Lancashire"
We sat down on the sofa and I felt her creeping near
I said, "Hee Hee, take care
I′m a Lad from Lancashire"

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that I'm not Dutch
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much
The widow started kissing me and tickling my ear
I tickled her, like a Lad from Lancashire

I went with Jane down Lovers Lane, she whispered in her ear
"Now do your best for a Lad from Lancashire"
She said to me when on my knee:
"You cant do that there ere"
I said, "Hey Hey! I can, I′m the Lad from Lancashire"

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that I'm not Dutch
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much
That night when Jane got home again her Ma said:
"You look queer
I′ll bet thas been with that Lad from Lancashire