Wey, what wi' me father and mother at home I never had nae fun Well, they kept me goin' from morn till night So I thowt from them I'd run. Why, in Leeds I've heard it were comin on So I thowt I'd have a spree So I put me Sunday clothes on I went whistlin' merrily
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
Well, first thing I seen was a factory And I never seen one before There was shuttles a-weavin, shuttles o' tape, They sell by many's the score Why, and Owd Ned, he turned every wheel And to every wheel a strap Well, I says to maister man, “By gum Owd Ned's a right strong chap!”
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
Why, next I went to Leeds owd church Never been in one in me days I was most ashamed o' mesen Cause I didn't know the ways There was thirty forty people in tubs So down wi' them I sat When a saucy owd bugger come up and said, “Hey kid, tek off the hat!”
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
Then in there come this great Lord Mayor And over his shoulder's a club He got into a white sack-poke And got in the topmost tub And then in there come this t'other chap And I think his name were Ned He got into the bottom-most tub And he mocked all t'other chap said.
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
Well, then there began this clatterin' row And I couldn't mek out what about Then the chap in the topmost tub He began a-shoutin' out He was tellin' us rich folks went to heaven While poor folks went to hell Wey, I thowt to mesen, “Ye silly owd bugger, You don't know road yersen!”
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
Why, then they began to preach and pray And they prayed for George our King Then the chap in the topmost tub He says, “Good folks, let's sing.” Well, some they sang very well The others did grunt and groan Every bugger sang just what they would So I gi'ed 'em “Darby and Joan”
Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay Bumpsy bumpsy Annie Wi' me bumpsy bumpsy ay And me bumpsy bumpsy Annie
When the preachin' and prayin' was over And the folks was gannin' away Why, I went to the chap in the topmost tub Says, “Hi kid, what's to pay?” “Why nowt,” says he, “me lad Thee must be either daft or fey.” So I swung my club stick over my shoulder Went whistlin' out again.
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