The bleakest, the cruellest
Month in the chill
No sign of the sweet hearted Lass of the Hill
Just stony faced buildings
Stony faced frowns
Harshest of months in the harshest of towns
Across the cobbles
The shops are closed
The market cross stands prone, exposed
To winter torture
Winds and gales
Sleet, blizzards, rain and hail
Oh Richmond hearts
Beat strong and stout
To see this winter monster out