There's
Cheddar and
Cheshire and
Lancashire too
Leicester's bright orange and
Stilton is blue
It waxes so lyrical, what can you do?
But sing, oh, the cheese of
Old
England
In
Old
England, very hard cheese
Derby's got green bits
because of the sage
And when it gets older it's kept in a cage
And what does it hum when it
reaches this age?
But oh, the cheese of old
England
In old
England, very hard cheese
They say double
Gloucester is twice as nice
They say double
Gloucester there, I've said it twice
It's nice in potatoes but nicest in mice
Sing o 'er the cheese of old
England,
In old
England, very hard cheese.
Those he damned foreigners aren't
worth a mention,
That old
Gorgonzola's renowned for its tension,
His brother
Emile wrote novels in
French.
And sing o 'er the cheese of old
England,
In old
England, very hard cheese.
There's
Swaledale and
Wensleydale,
Rutland to add,
Shropshire and
Cornish you may not have had.
It's not bad on salads,
this ballad's not sad.
And sing o 'er the cheese of
Old
England,
In
Old
England, very hard cheese.
My young love said to me,
my mother won't mind
And my father won't slight
me for your lack of rind
No, cheese greater love for his
food hath mankind
Than all the cheese of
Old
England
In
Old
England, very hard cheese
you