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I thought it was Berlin? Swinnow isn't half as exotic!

Cardiarms wrote: I thought it was Berlin? Swinnow isn't half as exotic! I think it depends where he's singing it. At the Academy this year it was definitely LS13.

Apart from the above mentions, the only time I recall Leeds being mentioned at all in a song was on an old 78 my mam and dad had. The song was in dialect and called "Leeds Owd Church" I've recently tried to find it but with no success.

Trojan wrote: Apart from the above mentions, the only time I recall Leeds being mentioned at all in a song was on an old 78 my mam and dad had. The song was in dialect and called "Leeds Owd Church" I've recently tried to find it but with no success. Found these lyrics on t'interwb...(Verse 3)The Wensleydale Lad     1Wey, what wi’ me mother and father at ’ome I never ’ad any fun;They kept me gooin’ from morn till night so I thought from them I’d roam.Now Leeds Owd Fair it were comin’ on so I thought I’d take a spree,So I put me Sunday clothes on an’ went whistlin’ merrily.Chorus:- With me bumpsy, bumpsy-ay, bumpsy, bumpsy annie,Bumpsy, bumpsy ay and me bumpsy, bumpsy annie.                         2Well, first thing I seen was a factory and I’d never seen one before;There were shuttles o’ weave, shuttles o’ tape they sell bi many’s the score,And to every Ned there was a wheel and to every wheel a strap.I said ti t’ master man, “By gum, Owd Ned’s a reight strong chap!”                         3Well, then I went to Leeds Owd Church, never been to one in me days;Well I felt so ashamed o’ missen ’cos I didn’t know their ways.There were thirty, forty people in tubs so down wi’ them I sat,When a saucy old bugger come up and said, “Oi, kid, take off thi ’at!”                         4Then in there come this great lord mayor an’ ovver ’is shoulder a club,Well ’e got into a white sack-poke an’ ’e got in the topmost tub;Then in there came this other owd chap, I think ’is name were Ned;Well ’e got into the bottommost tub an ’e mocked wor t’ other chap’s ’ead.                         5Now then there began this clatterin’ row an’ I couldn’t make out what about,Then the chap in the topmost tub he began a shoutin’ out;’E was tellin’ us rich folks went to heaven while poor folks went to hell.Well I thought to meself, “Yer silly old bugger, yer don’t know t’ road yerself.”                         6Then they began to preach an’ pray an’ they preached for George ahr king,Then the chap in the topmost tub ’e said, “Good folks, let’s sing.”Well some o’ them sang very well, the others did grunt an’ groan;Every bugger sang just what they would so I gave ’em Darby and Joan.                         7Then a chap came round wi’ a box o’ brass and ’e ’anded it all around;Me not bein’ a greedy sort I only took ’alf a crown.Well a silly old bugger sat next to me I thought ’e were gonna dee.I sez, “Shurrup, thi silly old fool, there’s plenty left for thee!”                         8When—the—preachin’ an’ prayin’ was over and the folks were gannin’ away,I went to the chap in the topmost tub, said, “Oi, kid, what’s to pay?”“Why, nowt,” says ’e, “Me lad, tha must either be daft or fay!”So I swung me clubstick over me shoulder, went whistlin’ on me way.http://www.yorkshirefolksong.net/song_d ... ad.36.aspx    

There was a song in the late 70s by a group called Splinter (who had links with George Harrison apparently) called Halfway There, which included the line 'Hitch a ride outside Durham, takes you straight into Leeds'.It wasn't exactly a major hit (or even a minor one), but Anne Nightingale used to play it quite a bit on her request show on Radio 1 and, as a teenager back then, I always used to feel really pleased to hear my hometown mentioned in a song.

Chrism wrote: Trojan wrote: Apart from the above mentions, the only time I recall Leeds being mentioned at all in a song was on an old 78 my mam and dad had. The song was in dialect and called "Leeds Owd Church" I've recently tried to find it but with no success. Found these lyrics on t'interwb...(Verse 3)The Wensleydale Lad     1Wey, what wi’ me mother and father at ’ome I never ’ad any fun;They kept me gooin’ from morn till night so I thought from them I’d roam.Now Leeds Owd Fair it were comin’ on so I thought I’d take a spree,So I put me Sunday clothes on an’ went whistlin’ merrily.Chorus:- With me bumpsy, bumpsy-ay, bumpsy, bumpsy annie,Bumpsy, bumpsy ay and me bumpsy, bumpsy annie.                         2Well, first thing I seen was a factory and I’d never seen one before;There were shuttles o’ weave, shuttles o’ tape they sell bi many’s the score,And to every Ned there was a wheel and to every wheel a strap.I said ti t’ master man, “By gum, Owd Ned’s a reight strong chap!”                         3Well, then I went to Leeds Owd Church, never been to one in me days;Well I felt so ashamed o’ missen ’cos I didn’t know their ways.There were thirty, forty people in tubs so down wi’ them I sat,When a saucy old bugger come up and said, “Oi, kid, take off thi ’at!”                         4Then in there come this great lord mayor an’ ovver ’is shoulder a club,Well ’e got into a white sack-poke an’ ’e got in the topmost tub;Then in there came this other owd chap, I think ’is name were Ned;Well ’e got into the bottommost tub an ’e mocked wor t’ other chap’s ’ead.                         5Now then there began this clatterin’ row an’ I couldn’t make out what about,Then the chap in the topmost tub he began a shoutin’ out;’E was tellin’ us rich folks went to heaven while poor folks went to hell.Well I thought to meself, “Yer silly old bugger, yer don’t know t’ road yerself.”                         6Then they began to preach an’ pray an’ they preached for George ahr king,Then the chap in the topmost tub ’e said, “Good folks, let’s sing.”Well some o’ them sang very well, the others did grunt an’ groan;Every bugger sang just what they would so I gave ’em Darby and Joan.                         7Then a chap came round wi’ a box o’ brass and ’e ’anded it all around;Me not bein’ a greedy sort I only took ’alf a crown.Well a silly old bugger sat next to me I thought ’e were gonna dee.I sez, “Shurrup, thi silly old fool, there’s plenty left for thee!”                         8When—the—preachin’ an’ prayin’ was over and the folks were gannin’ away,I went to the chap in the topmost tub, said, “Oi, kid, what’s to pay?”“Why, nowt,” says ’e, “Me lad, tha must either be daft or fay!”So I swung me clubstick over me shoulder, went whistlin’ on me way.http://www.yorkshirefolksong.net/song_d ... ad.36.aspx     That's not exaclty it but it's near enough. Thanks.

First World War song -"Take me back to dear old Blighty"Take me over there,Drop me anywhere,Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham,I don't care!etc.

Youre in the Armley now, Status Quo, I'll get my coat!    

or tom jones-The cross green green grass of home lol

Didnt he also do Whats New Pudsey Cat? Did I really just type that ???