Mick Haywood's Song Wordbook

Batley Years

A soldier and two men, one applying makeup

A soldier, ‘doing his make up’, for a female role in a Concert Party
Image from War Culture - WW1 Theatre

Strolling Along Down the Highroad


I collected this song from a retired taxi driver known locally as ‘Little Jackie’. Jackie lived on Moor End Lane, Dewsbury Moor and quite often sang it in his local pub, on Moor End Lane, The George Hotel.

He told me that he and a friend had written it during the First World War, and that they had regularly performed it at Concert Parties when entertaining the troops. Concert Parties were started in World War 1 to provide entertainment and keep up the morale of the troops, when they were not engaged ‘At the Front’. The Wartime Concert Parties, featuring songs and comedy were based on the travelling concert parties that were popular on the piers and beaches of seaside resorts in the early 1900s, back home in ‘Blighty’.

At first the army thought that the improvised entertainment was detrimental to the war effort, but they soon changed their minds when they saw how the troops responded to the entertainment. They started importing professional groups of entertainers from England, and by 1917 each division of the Army had its own full time military touring troupe made up of men from different regiments and corps.

Listen to Mick singing Strolling Along Down the Highroad

Recorded by Ray Padgett at the Wine & Spirit Vaults, Birstall, 1999.

Strolling Along Down the Highroad

Verse 1
Whilst strolling along down the highroad
I met a girl that I knew
She said are you going my way
I’ve got a story for you
She said I’ve never been married
I smiled at her and I said
I’m single too, shall I marry you?
Soon after that we got wed

Verse 2
Oh, there were we all that day
Gathering nuts and gathering may
But at bedtime I was broken hearted
She was bald she had no hair
She laid her false teeth on the chair
And there was I broken hearted.

Verse 3
She then took off her underwear
And hung it on a peg
And then I found out my sweetheart
Well, she’d got a wooden leg
Now picture me in bed you see
With half a wife and half a tree
And you wonder why I’m broken hearted



Verse 4
Now I went with old Farmer Wiggins
Down to his farmstead one day
He had some marvellous chickens,
Marvellous chickens were they,
I heard the old cock—cock—a—doodle
He seemed in a temper somehow
For each now and then both him and his hen
Were having a terrible row.

Verse 5
Oh, there sat she gay and spree
Sitting on a nest 'neath the old oak tree
The poor old cock was broken hearted
You’ve had all the best of me
I’m weak upon my legs
I’ve sat here for three long weeks
And just hatched thirteen eggs
I’m fed up with you and your rotten tricks
'Cos you’ve given me ducks instead of chicks
And you wonder why I’m broken hearted!

About Mick

Mick Haywood is a traditional folk singer & folk song collector who has run and organised folk clubs and festivals for many years. He now lives in Whitby, North Yorkshire.