YE Stockton lads and lasses too,
Come listen to my story,
A dismal tale, because 'tis true,
I've now to lay before ye;
We must away, our rout is come,
We scarce refrain from tears O,
Shrill shrieks the fife, rough roars the drum,
March, Yorkshire Volunteers, O.
Fal lal lal la ral.
Yet ere we part, my comrades say,