Merry Stocksbridge Everybody
(To the tune of "Merry Xmas Everybody")

Are you hanging up your boots in Yorkshire town?
Are …

Endless rain on Stocksbridge falls,
A whispered mist that softly calls,
Upon the moors and winding lanes,
It weaves a …

In the valley where the river winds,
Lies Stocksbridge, of days and nights entwined,
A town born of iron and …

There was a sensory tapestry of musty, damp earth intermingled with the sharp tang of decayed organic matter. Cobwebs hung …