From Cumbrian valleys and Cumbrian fells,
Pure are our hearts for we mean no ill.
Thunder in the air as our voices rise,
Being Cumbrian is what we prize!
Hear our shouts! Hear our roar!
We'll be loyal forever more!
Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah! Yay!
Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah! Yay-yay!
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