"Ther she wor reight cute..."
Ink and pencil drawing by Sir William Orpen, circa 1900
"I found this song amongst my late father's papers. It was partly torn and fragile with age. The date was 185- on the heading of the badly printed sheet. The tune is original, but a few of the rhymes are reconstructed owing to the faded print."
This original note by Tommy Daniel is from his Yorkshire Broadsheet published in the early 1960s.
The tune here is written in 2/4 time as per Tommy’s original manuscript. When I performed it, I discovered the chorus was ‘ower long’ to sing slowly, so I speeded it up to 4/4 time, and sung it at the ‘gallop’, as I was wont to say. Mick
Listen to Mick singing Old Jim Slack, recorded by Ray Padgett in Whitby, 2006.
MP3 file hosted on The Yorkshire Garland Group Song Database
Chorus and 1st Verse
Owd Jim Slack he had a grey hoss,
Suich a hoss as ye nivver did see
With a lump on his rump, an' his owd tail stump,
His legs bent aht an' blind i' one e'e. (eye)
He could diddle 'em, he could diddle 'em,
He could diddle 'em, dee.
With a lump on his rump, an' his owd tail stump,
His legs bent aht an' blind i' one e'e .
2. They put him into a sale one day,
Trotted him into t'ring,
Auctioneer got on his perch,
To see what he would bring.
“What am I bid for this fine hoss?”
One said “hawf a craan”
O t'poor owd hoss he jumped ower t'gate
An, he galloped reight aht o'taarn (town).
3. They put him in a point to point,
He'd fifteen gates to jump.
All t'other riders passin' by,
He bumped 'em wi' his rump.
They all fell of one by one,
There wo quite a pile,
Then he took short cut an' dodged all jumps
An' he won by hawf a mile.
4. A gurt big circus came to t'town
An' stopped on t'village green.
All fowk cam' fro' far an' near,
For t'wonders to be seen.
So owd grey hoss he slipped rahnd t'back
In t'ring made his bow,
An' all folks laughed at t' lump on 'is rump
An' 'e darn near stopped all t' show.
5. He used to take his owd hoss to t'pub
Who left him in cowd ahtside.
Coming home he'd beck to jump
Then t'boss would tan his hide.
But t'shaggy owd hoss got stalled o't'whip,
So turned near upside dahn.
Ducked his heead and chucked him off,
An' left him theer to drahn.
6. Then came t'local pageant day,
T'owd hoss he'd a part to play.
He disappeared abaht breakfast time,
They thought he'd run away.
But when Lady Godiver she came round,
There she wor reight cute.
For lass were perched on t'lump on his rump
Nowt on but her birthday suit.
7. They thowt they'd retire him in to t'fold
In peace to end his days.
A young mare feeding in t'next field
She didn't mend his ways.
He soon got knack o' jumpin' t'fence,
Now it wont be long.
For in a few weeks they'd picked it aht,
That 'e'd been courtin' strong.
Tommy Daniel