In days of old, so we are told
The monks lived in our town
They’d save a soul, or mine for coal
All dressed in habits brown.

But they have all gone to Buckfast now
And getting on real fine
They left us with a rambling club
And a thirst for tonic wine.

The Monklands are very famous now
That we’re always in the news
When its not about our Council
Its about our drinkin’ lots of booze
(Buckfast that is).