In answer to M's enquiry:-
My G.G.Father ( b. Meltham) honeymooned at the Moor Cock Inn in 1876, no sniggering please. He brought a post card sized copy of the poem with him to Aus. that sat on the mantlepiece at our beach house named Bill's o' Jack's, which I think was the alternate name for the M.C. Inn. The poem was destroyed, along with the house, in the 1983 bush fires that burnt out most of the south coast. We built a new house on the site and it too is named Bill's o' Jack's, althought he poem is called Bill o'Jack's. I have set it to music, which is going on my next cd, along with A Dalesman's Litany and a lovely song by Sue Haithewaite. Sort of a homage to my West Riding roots.
Hope this of interest, M.
PS: My grandfather, who was born in Marsden, said to us when we were children that you can always tell a Yorkshireman, but you can't tell him much. Surely this couldn't be true?