This land of ours once dreamt a place,
And called to our forebears to base
New settlements upon the
And here, we give those pioneers our thanks.
It’s Worcestershire you seeded;
This place which
For who can live without a heart?
Right now, we’re proud to state our part:
If Worcestershire’s the heart, then we’re the beat
You’ll hear in all her towns, on every street.
This land is an enigma, though,
To those whose radars may not show
Provincial towns or cricket grounds; of course,
They think that Worcestershire is just a sauce!
They give us vacant stares!
But even they know Hope and Glory,
Whose notes sing out our county’s story.
The truth revealed for all to see unfurled:
The place which put her stamp upon the world.
This land of ours we hold so dear
Within our hearts – this Worcestershire –
Is where we found the loves which built our lives:
Our friends, our homes, our husbands and our wives.
This land breathes the profound:
Those hills, that vale, this ground
We stand upon throughout life’s day.
We are as one when we all say,
“In Worcestershire, we’ll live for all our years!”
Proclaiming it so everybody hears.