Leeds Parish Church
This is one of the first songs I learnt when I moved to Leeds in the early 1960s. and is often known as "The Wensleydale Lad". This version of the song was collated by the Institute of Dialect and Folk Life Studies at the University of Leeds. Most of the words come from a Mrs. A. Carney of Wombwell in the Low Valley District of Barnsley. My father, Rowland, was born in Broomhill, a village about a mile and half from there.
My old friend, Bill Price, recorded a version of the song entitled ‘The Fine Old Yorkshire Gentleman’ on his 1972 Folk Heritage Recordings album of the same name. On the sleeve notes of the record, Wendy states "This version was collected in Horton-in-Ribblesdale in 1960, verses 2 and 5 being added from Holroyd’s Yorkshire Ballads, !892."
Leeds Owd Church
1. When I wor a lad wi’ mi muther and dad.
I never had no fun.
They kept me running from morn till neet
As fast as I could run.
Leeds Fair were comin’ on
Ah thought Ahd hev a spree
So I put on mi coat an’ mi hat
An’ went reight merrily.
Chorus:
Wi’ mi rumpsy bumpsy bay,
Too-ra-roo-ra-laddie
Wi’ mi rumpsy bumpsy bay,
So fire away me laddie.
2. First thing a saw were a great big mill,
I’d ne’er seen one afore.
There were shuttles an’ looms an’ bobbins an’ spinners,
An’ wheels by mony a score.
An’ every strap it hed a wheel,
An’ every wheel a strap
“Bah gum”, sez I t’maister man,
“Owd Harry’s a rare strong chap”.
3. Next thing I saw's Leeds Owd Church
I’d ne’er seen one in me days.
I felt ashamed of missen
I didn’t know their ways.
There were twenty, thirty, forty, folks
In tubs and boxes sat,
When up there cums this saucy chap
Sez "lad tek off thi hat"!
4. Then in there cums a great Lord Mayor,
O’er his shoulder he’d a club,
An’ he put on a white sack poke
An’ sat in topmost tub.
And in there came another bloke
I think they called him Ned
An’ he got into bottom most tub,
An’ mocked all t’other chap said.
5. Then they began to pray and preach,
They prayed abaht George ahr King
When up jumps chap in top most tub,
An’ sez "good folks let’s sing".
Well some they sang very well
While others just grunt an’ groan
An’ everyone sang what they would
So I sung Derby and Joan.
6. An' when preaching an’ prayin’ were ower
An’ folks were going away
A sez t’ chap in bottom most tub,
Nah lad, what’s to pay
Why nowt for thee sez he to me
At that I felt reight fane
So I copped hod mi hat an’ mi stick
An’ went whistlin’ home again.