When I was but a lad in the Valley Folk Club, Pontardawe, I heard Jim Harper (of Neath, fabulous singer) singing: I went up to Cardiff to call on Miss Brown, She was up in the bath and she wouldn't come down. Says I: "Slip on something, and be very quick," So she slipped on some soap – she was down in a tick CHORUS: Tooraloo, tooralay, The cream of society lives down our way. To market, to market to buy me a hen, For I thought as I might like some eggs now and then; But when I got home I had a hell of a shock, Said the hen: "I can't lay eggs because I'm a cock". I was a-walking down our main street I saw a man with no shoes on his feet I took pity on him, and right and there Went into a fruit shop and brought him a pear. I was a-walking with our brother Jim, Somebody threw a tomato at him. That may be all right when they're still in their skin, But this bugger wasn't - it was inside a tin. I went and died and to heaven did go, Where did I come from, they wanted to know. "I comes from South Wales" – oh, how they did stare, They said: "Come right inside – you're the first one from there." CHORUS: Tooraloo, tooralay, The cream of society lives down our way.
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