When the mammoths came a-thundering off the glaciers in the North
we were huddled here in Coney and we never ventured forth.
We ignored it in our village when the wind of changes blew
but if it was getting parky out, we _always_ said "it snew".

We were here in Coney Weston when the Beaker People came
(and we've still got these here beakers and they still look just the same)
we have weathered out the bloody Celts, the bloody Saxons too,
and the useless bloody Normans and we _always_ said "it snew".

There was Shakespeare, from the Midlands, and Milton's London ways.
There was Doctor Johnson's little book and his newfangled ways.
There was three wise clerks of Oxenford, fiddling with something new
but here in Coney Weston we have _always_ said "it snew".