Post by Jerry on Jan 6, 2013 12:10:28 GMT
Janet's recent posts about Baker Street prompted me to dust off some of my old dodgy doggerel. Some of you might remember this from my old website
When we were kids, me and my brothers, we played on the Tip, Bordesley Green
We’d roam and we’d play like so many others, the scruffiest kids ever seen
Roll down the hill in an empty oildrum, build a den, look for treasure and swag
Play games, ride our bikes, happy days chum playing football cricket and tag
One day, at the back of the scrap metal yard we discovered the rainbows end
A girder, of iron, all rusted and hard, “weigh it in, get some ackers to spend”
Now I can’t really say, of that far away day, which side of the fencing we found it
But the scrapyard had many, and we dain’t have any so what else could we do but impound it
The plan was soon clear, we’d take it from here and tote it to Rag Allan’s yard
With big John at the front, Mick, then me (the runt) we set off but the going was hard
For a small kid like me that girder was murder and soon I just had to let go
Then Mick did the same, then John, such a shame, that girder fell right on his toe!
Me and mick stood and frowned watching John on the ground, yelling and screaming blue murder
The answer was clear, “John, you rest here, me and Mick’ll plod on with the girder”
“We’ll weigh in this tack and then we’ll be back to help you and split up the loot”
John started yelling “me foot’s started swelling, I’m gonna have to take off me boot”
We listened no further, me and Mick grabbed the girder and set off towards Bordesley Green
Across the small tip, Past the old snooker hall, a sorrier site you’ve not seen
We pulled and we dragged it, caught it and snagged it, the thought of dosh meant we didn’t complain
At last Bordesley Green, in those days so serene, then round into Garrison Lane
We both sweated gallons but, at last, Raggy Allans! We put down the tat to be weighed
“Ten bob” said the man and over we ran to the office and queued to get paid
After that, stood outside, we had to decide how we should split half a quid
“That’s easy, no fuss, four bob each for us and the other two bob for our kid”
“Not fair” did you say? Well see it our way, me and Mick had just done all the work
We’d wrestled that girder ‘til we couldn’t go further, all John did was sit there and shirk
On the tip we found John, minus sock, minus boot, foot swelled up and ready to sob
“Cheer up our John, here’s you’re share of the loot, sorry it’s only two bob”
“Grab a hold of our arms and we’ll help you get home and we’ll tell Dad a bike ran you over,
cos if he finds out the truth he’ll start wielding that boot and the stuff we’ll be in won’t be clover!
As we all started out, from behind came a shout, I looked round to see my mate Sid
“You won’t make the road with that heavy load” said my mate, he was wrong, cos we did
“He ain’t heavy, he’s Our Kid”
When we were kids, me and my brothers, we played on the Tip, Bordesley Green
We’d roam and we’d play like so many others, the scruffiest kids ever seen
Roll down the hill in an empty oildrum, build a den, look for treasure and swag
Play games, ride our bikes, happy days chum playing football cricket and tag
One day, at the back of the scrap metal yard we discovered the rainbows end
A girder, of iron, all rusted and hard, “weigh it in, get some ackers to spend”
Now I can’t really say, of that far away day, which side of the fencing we found it
But the scrapyard had many, and we dain’t have any so what else could we do but impound it
The plan was soon clear, we’d take it from here and tote it to Rag Allan’s yard
With big John at the front, Mick, then me (the runt) we set off but the going was hard
For a small kid like me that girder was murder and soon I just had to let go
Then Mick did the same, then John, such a shame, that girder fell right on his toe!
Me and mick stood and frowned watching John on the ground, yelling and screaming blue murder
The answer was clear, “John, you rest here, me and Mick’ll plod on with the girder”
“We’ll weigh in this tack and then we’ll be back to help you and split up the loot”
John started yelling “me foot’s started swelling, I’m gonna have to take off me boot”
We listened no further, me and Mick grabbed the girder and set off towards Bordesley Green
Across the small tip, Past the old snooker hall, a sorrier site you’ve not seen
We pulled and we dragged it, caught it and snagged it, the thought of dosh meant we didn’t complain
At last Bordesley Green, in those days so serene, then round into Garrison Lane
We both sweated gallons but, at last, Raggy Allans! We put down the tat to be weighed
“Ten bob” said the man and over we ran to the office and queued to get paid
After that, stood outside, we had to decide how we should split half a quid
“That’s easy, no fuss, four bob each for us and the other two bob for our kid”
“Not fair” did you say? Well see it our way, me and Mick had just done all the work
We’d wrestled that girder ‘til we couldn’t go further, all John did was sit there and shirk
On the tip we found John, minus sock, minus boot, foot swelled up and ready to sob
“Cheer up our John, here’s you’re share of the loot, sorry it’s only two bob”
“Grab a hold of our arms and we’ll help you get home and we’ll tell Dad a bike ran you over,
cos if he finds out the truth he’ll start wielding that boot and the stuff we’ll be in won’t be clover!
As we all started out, from behind came a shout, I looked round to see my mate Sid
“You won’t make the road with that heavy load” said my mate, he was wrong, cos we did
“He ain’t heavy, he’s Our Kid”