1. They tell of two old farming men
Back in yesteryear,
One he came from Yorkshire,
T' other from Lancashire,
Both were called Old Enoch,
And be it morn or night.
Where so ever they did meet
They began to fight.

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So Enoch, he knocked, he knocked Enoch,
Gave Enoch such a clout.
Then Enoch, he knocked, he knocked Enoch,
Knocked poor Enoch out.

2. Though their farms were miles apart,
These Enochs often met,
On market days when beer did flow
And tempers were upset.
Their friends would try to calm 'em down,
But they would get the snub,
So the day was rounded off,
With a punch up in the pub.

3. They each showed a Friesian Bull,
At the County Fair.
Their entries were outstanding,
Not one to compare.
Though both got an equal prize,
They were not satisfied,
One shouted out tha's swindled me,
I'll tan thi blasted hide.
 
4. Then one day at a hiring fair
They did chance to meet.
Both were seeking a servant girl,
Strong, but clean and neat.
One fancied buxom Mary Jane,
The other did the same,
So nothing left but the pub backyard
Back to the fighting game.

5. When rich old farmer Jones passed on,
His widow got the farm
And two thousand lovely quid,
Both Enochs for to charm.
So each in turn a courted her,
A good time in the town.
Then she cut them both right out,
And married young Farmer Brown

6. Then pinched for fighting in the street,
And drinking too much ale.
The magistrate next Monday said,
“You ought to be in jail”.
He fined them both just three and six,
And said be pals once more.
So arm in arm into the street
Both shouted out, encore.

7. Though 'tis many years ago,
Still this tale they tell.
When both Enochs left this world,
Both went down to Hell.
The devil then gave them a task,
And said, “So it be,
Now's your chance to fight it out,
Through all Eternity”.

Tommy Daniel