Down in Knaresborough, in a cave so dim,
Lived a lass with a future, name o' Mother Shipton.
Born in a storm, under skies so wild,
In the year fifteen 'undred, the prophecy child.

"Oi, listen up, it’s a bit of a twist, right?"

"Waters shall yet more wonders do,
Now strange, yet shall be true.
The world upside down shall be,
And gold found at the root of a tree."

Oh, Mother Shipton, with yer eyes so bright,
Tell us the tales that dance through the night.
From kings and queens to the fate of the land,
In the heart of Yorkshire, your visions stand.

With a crooked nose and a gaze that'd stick,
She told of horses flyin', and ships made quick.
A world connected by spider's web spun,
A prophecy made, for ages to come.

"Blimey! Fancy this, no horse in sight!"

"Through hills man shall ride,
And no horse be at his side.
Under water men shall walk,
Shall ride, shall sleep, shall talk."

Oh, Mother Shipton, with yer eyes so bright,
Tell us the tales that dance through the night.
From kings and queens to the fate of the land,
In the heart of Yorkshire, your visions stand.

In her verses, she whispered of futures bold,
Of iron birds and wars so cold.
Through her words, history’s penned,
From her little cave, right to the end.

"How'd she know? It’s quick, across the globe in a blink!"

"Around the world thoughts shall fly
In the twinkling of an eye."

Oh, Mother Shipton, with yer eyes so bright,
Tell us the tales that dance through the night.
From kings and queens to the fate of the land,
In the heart of Yorkshire, your visions stand.

So here’s to the lass from the Yorkshire bends,
With her potions and rhymes, where time never ends.
Mother Shipton, oh, Mother Shipton,
The prophetess queen, her legacy written.