My
name is John Whitney, and I live in California. When a boy of
17
years old in 1948, I worked with a man in New York who was
born
in or around Ledbury in 1871. His name was
William (Billy) Hicks,
and he migrated to the US around the
turn of the century. He used to
tell me stories of
Ledbury when he was a young boy living there before
he came
to the United States. I remember two of his recitations about
Ledbury which may or may not be accurate. The first is:
It's Upton on Severn
Ross upon Wye
Ledbury on shit brook
And that's no lie
The other, which I cannot remember completely had the following:
In Ledbury town of
Herefordshire
They
kicked up a row with the parson there
. . .
. . .
Off to church did toddle the
cook
And in her arms
the babe she took
.
. .
. . .
He ain't allowed to preach nor
pray
'Til seven long
years has passed away
I am hoping
that there is someone in or around Ledbury who could
send me
the complete ditty about the parson and cook.
Thank You,
John Whitney
Oxnard,
California
USA
jrwhitney@worldnet.att.net