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I ‘m walking backwards across the Pennines
You might think that's a very silly stunt
But by doing it in this fashion
I keep Yorkshire ever to my front
I'm walking from Hull to Liverpool
It's a long long way it's true
But its one of those things
That a man's just got to do
I'm walking along the motorway
By using the hard shoulder
And by the time I get there
I'll be probably centuries older
I've got a sort of backward periscope
And I've strapped it to my head
So I can see were I'm going
When the traffic lights are red
I've put my best clothes on
All dressed up to the nines
For when I'm walking slowly backwards
Using  M62 to cross the Pennines

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