From a dear little Lancashire town a boy
had sailed away across the briny spray
to toil in USA.


When American girls gathered round
and sought his company, he'd say,

"There's only one girl for me."

She's a Lassie from Lancashire, just a

Lassie from Lancashire. She's the
Lassie I love so dear--oh so dear!
Though she dresses in clogs and

shawl, she's the prettiest of them all.
None could be fairer, or rarer than
Sarah--my Lass from Lancashire.


Night and day, of his lassie he'd
dream, and under love's sweet spell,

he'd hear the factory bell, the
sound he knew so well. Home
from work they would walk once

again, and though in reverie, he'd say,
"There's only one girl for me."


She's a Lassie from Lancashire, just a
Lassie from Lancashire. She's the
Lassie I love so dear--oh so dear!

Though she dresses in clogs and
shawl, she's the prettiest of them all.
None could be fairer, or rarer than

Sarah--my Lass from Lancashire.