In Manchester I saw a crow leave London in a crack
It flew as far as Saddleworth with Ashton on its back
I saw a goose from Fryermere that coal from Hyde had taken
He stole a bag from Liverpool filled up with Irish bacon
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
In Huddersfield I met a bull that was selling Eccles cakes
In Marsden I met a dead horse that was going to Oldham Wakes
In Delph I met a flock of sheep that'd been to Robe York church
They brought a hen from Tadcaster in a shaw to learn to work
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
In Rawtenstall I saw a pig lead near two hundred people
To Dunford Bridge where I saw a dog dance upon Leeds church steeple
In Diggle I saw a flock of birds take Dobcross church and shake it
They drove a horse through Dukinfield with eggs to Rochdale market
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
In Uppermill I saw a mouse wheel muck through Kirkham town
In Wythenshawe I met a cat that was wearing an Asbury gown
At Blackpool I saw a young hare from Stockport cry a sale
In Ramsbottom I saw a tiger from Denshaw brewing ale
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
And I once saw two young Swaledale
Lambs try which of them was stronger
But now I've sung so many lies that I can sing no longer
So to conclude and end my song with heart and right good will
And if you want a bigger lie then you can sing it yourself
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
Too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, too-ra-loo-ra-ling
To me too-ra-laddie, whack-fol-laddie, my too-ra-loo-ra-ling
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