I like that one, Peace, the other one mentioned is below. Wonder whether either is what Al was looking for.

BILLY ARMITAGE
by Keith Marsden

I married Billy Armitage year ago in June.
He left me in September and it weren't a day too soon.
He ran off with a weaver that works at t'Prospect Mill,
And now they're living over t' brush at top of Chapel Hill.

And he were such a grand lad I would not be said,
And if I'd my time to come again I never would be wed.

The first time that he took me out, he brought his Mam along.
He seemed so very fond of her, he kissed her all night long.
He said she were his Mother but that were strange to me,
For she were nobbut twenty-one and Billy's twenty-three.

I caught him at his little tricks on t' night before we wed.
I caught him with Madge Tomlinson in our new double bed.
But Bill said it were wrong of me to think such wicked things,
'Cause him and Madge had only gone upstairs to try the springs.

His cousin Lilly came to stay and she were quite a spark,
But there were summat up with her 'cause she were 'fraid o' t' dark.
She couldn't sleep alone at night; that's what me husband said,
So I slept downstairs on t'settee and them upstairs in bed.

When I came home from work one night, his sister she were there.
He said she were his sister, but I really didn't care.
I didn't mind his sister lying there on our settee,
But why she'd ta'en her clothes off I really couldn't see.