I don't know why I didn't notice this earlier. The song is in the Huddlestons' Songs of The Ridings as Beautiful Swaledale #1.

The notes say that the tune was given for the chorus only (the lines above) and that the verses come from The Dalesman, 29 March 1954. (And, Ray, Steve refers to the song in the YG notes for Beautiful Dale, though he doesn't quote any of it).

Interestingly, in English Folk Poetry, Structure and Meaning, Roger deV.Renwick, there's a footnote that refers to a Beautiful Swaledale song from The Dalesman, vol 15, 1953, p102, but I can't tell from the snippets at google which song that refers to. Perhaps someone with access can tell us.

Anyway, back to Bradfordian's lyrics request, here they are.

Mick

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BEAUTIFUL SWALEDALE #1

  Chorus:
  Beautiful Swaledale the land of rest,
  Beautiful Swaledale I love thee best,
  The land it is set in a cultivate style
  And the extent of Swaledale is twenty long mile.


There's Law Raw and Feetham stands near to the Swale,
They're two of the best place we have in the Dale,
For owt ye can mention, it doesn't matter what,
There isn't yan in 'em that cares for the cat.

There's twa or three misers, that I'll allow,
Who is studying to save money to as low as me shoe.
They keep all their brass in aud stocking leg,
The next thing you'll hear 'em starting to beg.

There's Ivelet and Satrin and Coverdy house,
There isn't yan in 'em that worth a louse,
For their shepherds' feast nobbut comes yance a year,
And they tak' good care to get their share of beer.

There's Muker and Waite, twa ancient toons,
For seeing auld wommin wearing bedgowns,
They're nearly all farmers and live on their own grounds,
And in Hawes bank they've got plenty of pounds.

There's Angram and Thorns a bit farther up,
And all that they are good for is getting out muck,
They're sitting in t'nuke and smoking all t'time,
While the aud benty pastures is wanting some lime.

Away further up on Blackmoor Fell,
Some jolly auld farmers here do dwell,
Who never sees nowt, but their own house riggin'
And live five miles from their own middin.


Source: Mary & Nigel Huddleston, Songs of the Ridings, verses from The Dalesman, 29 March 1954.