In the year 1225

(Verse 1) Scarborough town gains a taxing right, To fortify and hold its might, Murage and tolls, they set the stage, Funds to build, in a new age. (Chorus) Oh, Scarborough’s gaining control, Through local taxes, filling the toll, Harbour's hands in burgesses' grasp, Autonomy grows, they hold it fast. (Verse 2) Funds were low, the walls unmade, A ditch for New Borough, Old Borough's fade, But in the harbour, the tolls bring gain, Ships and carts, their fees sustain. (Bridge) One shilling six on vessels grand, Six pence for the smaller hands, Two pence on boats that sail the sea, And carts with goods, a penny fee. (Chorus) Oh, Scarborough’s gaining control, Through local taxes, filling the toll, Harbour's hands in burgesses' grasp, Autonomy grows, they hold it fast. (Verse 3) Cistercian monks with land in sight, Four carucates, a claim to fight, At Northstede, Peasholme's fertile ground, Their influence grows, their efforts profound. (Verse 4) Monks of skill and discipline strong, In Peasholme, they seek to belong, Agriculture and prayer entwined, Their presence here, a mark defined. (Chorus) Oh, Scarborough’s gaining control, Through local taxes, filling the toll, Harbour's hands in burgesses' grasp, Autonomy grows, they hold it fast. (Outro) Scarborough’s walls may still decay, But in the harbour, power holds sway, Monks and burgesses, side by side, In Scarborough’s story, they abide. (Chorus) Oh, Scarborough’s gaining control, Through local taxes, filling the toll, Harbour's hands in burgesses' grasp, Autonomy grows, they hold it fast.