The "on the other hand" that I mentioned upthread is called "West Yorkshire Lullaby" & is on his tape _Man of Honour: The Non-maritime Songs_. "Beacon Park" is on the same tape, and he even says in the notes "There aren't many Beacon Parks in West Yorkshire, folks!". Perhaps an actual Brit can supply the doubtful word in the fifth stanza.
LYR ADD: WEST YORKSHIRE LULLABY
Hush-a-bye, my little one, Close your pretty mouth. I know things aren't so peaceful Since we moved up from the south. The folks up here are nice enough, As kind as people go, But oh! oh! oh! don't their voices carry so! Oh! oh! oh! don't their voices carry so!
They're fond of conversation -- Ah, but that's the very catch, For they turn ev'ry tete-a-tete Into a shouting match. You address them sotto voce; They reply fortissimo -- Oh!...
What seemed to be an argument Turns out quite the reverse. You'd think two auctioneers Were taking time off to rehearse. You'd hear less noise if a carthorse Trod upon a gouty toe. Oh!...
It probably goes back to days When they were in the pram With a foghorn of a father And a klaxon of a ma'am. With larynxes like timberwolves And lungs like buffalo. Oh!...
In days gone by, town criers cried And [hoisted?] every word. Wesley never preached outside, But no one would have heard, And Captain Oates unplugged his ears And sailed off to the snow, Crying "Oh!..."
There's lots of ruined abbeys In the countryside around, But the reason wasn't Cromwell Or King Henry, I'll be bound. It was much more like what happened To the walls of Jericho. "Oh!..."
But hush-a-bye, my little one; We really ought to smile, 'Cos daddy's selling hearing aids And making quite a pile. His business never slackens, So it's not all bad, you know. "Ho!..."