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The grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And marched them down again
And when you're up you're up
And when you're down you're down
And when you're only halfway up
You're neither up nor down!

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That's what I immediatly think when I hear York, probably because I have a two year old cousin. I don't like it. I think of the city, or perhaps the surname, and it definetly doesn't sound like a first name to me. It also sounds quite pretentious to me.