DAME THORA HIRD

It was on the news that I heard
About the loss of dame Thora Hird
She died at the age of ninety one
She always reminded me of my mum
I will really miss dear Thora Hird
She was ordinary, yes that's the word
Thora Hird was down to earth I'd say
The lass who came from Morecambe bay
She trod the boards since a babe in arms
But no pomposity was one of her charms
With a glint in her eye she would say
In that warm and conspiratorial way
The best thing to come out of Yorkshire
Was the road to her beloved Lancashire