It's tough tae be a celandine
in canny auld Carlisle.
We cannat grow in t' Council beds
tae mek the people smile.
We grow amang the hyacinths
an' primulas so bold,
by t' traffic lights on Shaddongate,
our yellow, to their gold.
Just as we raise our bonnie heeds
tae shine tee best effect,
a man wi't strimmer comes along
an' strims us off be t' neck.
But tek gud heed, ye council men
who so suppress our cheer -
our tubers lurk beneath the grund
an' we'll be back next yeer!