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.