Once more, the tale of the roses long told
Of two great houses, a strife to behold.
For on these moors and mountains of North,
A storied rivalry, eternally set forth.
In days of yore, the roses red and white
As symbols they stood of their fabled plight.
Now gentle petals mark war reposed,
Yet 'neath the flowers lie thorns enclosed.
Trade rapiers for racquets, swords for sticks,
With glee we watch the red rose transfix!
For now we do battle on a field anew
Still fighting with passion, our hearts so true!
As in the end we hope to see
York's proud white rose stood 'lone and free.
A new chapter we scribe in this lore age-old,
Once more, the tale of the roses long told.
