The Pygmies greeted them with a song, as they greeted all their many visitors. When the Pygmies had finished their song, my Great-Grandfather and his family stood up and snag the Methodist hymn Glory For Me in reply.
My Grandmother died the following March. We played Glory For Me at her funeral.
When all my labours and trials are o'er
and I am safe on that beautiful shore,
just to be near the Lord I adore,
that through ages will be glory for me.
This gentleman sings Glory For Me exactly as my Grandmother did. There are some other fine old hymns on his You Tube channel.
An explanation of what the Pygmies were doing in Yorkshire here.