LIVERPOOL LYRICS: Liverpool folk songs.CD for sale We thought it might be Pat Ayers who has a book on sale with Docklands in its title (ï¿½4.95 via Amazon). Is/was Pat Ayers a folk-singer? ALEX McCUE; please get in touch; my email replies to you get knocked back. The song I have about the "Wallasey Ferry" is a parody (set of different words) on a much earlier song called "The Sloop John B" - search in Google for this phrase. The original Chorus starts, "So hoist up the anchor chain, see how the mainsail sets, call up the captain ashore, let me go home." BURLINGTON STREET; (March 2006) Jim McDonald is looking for the words to a song called " Its only a dwelling in Burlington Street" to the tune of " Its only a shanty in old shanty town".He writes;" I am not sure of the age, would hazzard a guess its from around the forties.

There is a strong connection with Burlington Street and the Scotland Road area, my friends father used to sing it and his son after him." Any older Eldonian got any ideas? MAL BROWN ? Are you there? Please contact me again, especially if you are Mal of 'Lavender Blue' fame, ex-Shrewsbury Folk Club? If so "Jim the Digger" Irvine would love to get in touch. Feb 06; On another point, the Scaffold's "Thank U very much" is unlikely to be definable as a folk-song, but there is one snippet from Radio 4 which might elicit interest or debate; the AINTREE IRON. Generally held to be the triangle of land at Walton Vale holding the Black Bull etc, it is also claimed that those minimalist dockers' urinals along the north dock road, just a couple of bent sheets of cast iron, were made by the "Aintree Iron Company," and it is easy to imagine bursting dockers saying "Thank you very Much" to the Aintree Iron Co. for providing such a vital facility.

Feb 06; Anybody got any more info/details for "jmcm" about this one many of us knew from school-days, where you insert the names of a boy and girl you want to pair up; the tune is almost certainly a variant on "Bless 'em all" There's a ship coming in from Bombay And its bound for Liverpool shore Here comes ---- with tears in her eyes And here comes ---- from out of the skies Singing ---- I love you, I do I'll always be faithful and true He knelt down and kissed her To show how he missed her Oh ---- I love you, I do The "Marmalade Tom with only one eye" has turned up, thanks to Gene Stevenson and Chris Jones,which will please Colin Duncan Hughes, a "2nd hand Scouse", who enquired on 20 Oct 05. Although it looks like a complete story to me, Gene & Chris reckon there are still lots of missing bits, so once again would you all keep your eyes and ears open. Thanks. I now know this item is a Brian Jacques Monologue, so I have decided to keep it on the Writers page.

To see the full text as we have it, and other comments, please click here for the WRITERS page, and look under Question Corner. At last! Some news about this snippet from Everton! (20 Aug 04)THE DAY THAT WE HAD A RABBIT PIE: when the pie was set upon the table - we all made a rush for the door- my old mam - she fainted on the spot - and the cat fell through the floor - with a bish / bang- forgotten what goes here - the dog went mad, the monkey up the chimney done a guy - in all my life, I'll never forget - the day that we had a rabbit pie. August 2009 - after only five years waiting! - we have another version of this song, from Andy Gilligan and family.

"The apple pie was placed upon the table We all made a rush for the door My old man fainted in his chair And I fell through the floor Bish bang wallop, And the cat started laughing And the dog fell dead The monkey up the chimney gave a cry As long as I live Iï¿½ll never forget The day we had the Apple pie" Here's a little item some of you may remember ; can you fill in the gaps? "Take me back to dear old Bootle, put me on the train for Liverpool Drop me anywhere ...............or Clayton Square . ................ or Waterloo, I just don't care. How I'd like to see New Brighton, Knotty Ash or Garston by the Sea, Oh, Carry me back to the Dingle, where half the mothers are single, Liverpool's the place for me." Top of the page. "BIGAMY LIZ" Does anyone know the full lyrics to this Liverpool song? tonydw of the Scousehouse Forum ( ) has got us started with the following; "I heard ï¿½Bigamy Lizï¿½ in my teens, on some ship during a drunken sing-a-long ï¿½ it just stuck with me.

I have no idea of who made words, or the tune, however it was a particularly Liverpool song so I surely someone somewhere in Liverpool will know. The few words I remember are as follows: "Oh! Bigamy Liz, oh! Bigamy Liz if she ainï¿½t married then nobody is She has husbands in the Argentine, husbands in Japan Husbandï¿½s in the (Bibby Line?) and the rest in the Legs of Mann Oh! Bigamy Liz, oh! Bigamy Liz ------------------------- 10 June 2005; John Cadwallader; are you still there? In Jan. 2004 John asked about the words of "Double-thick marmalade butty". This song was written by FRANK LEWIS, who also wrote THE WELLER, both of which have been sung by Billy Maher. To see the full words, please go to the SINGERS' PAGE ; which I am building. Also, would Tim Clark please get in touch about Stan Jardine,; I have lost Tim's email address. THANKS to Mal Brown for the following ;"The Washhouse club was in the basement of Sampson and Barlow in London Road (not Scotland Road).

I think that 'The Orange and The Green' was written by Tony Murphy who used to frequent the Washhouse club. I am sure that the Liverpool Lullaby was written by Stan Kelly. Seth Davy was written by Glyn Hughes if I'm not mistaken. I am now living in Shropshire but used to haunt most of the Liverpool Folk clubs in the 60s." 03 Feb 05: Does know a song with the 'Tate and Lyle' in? "Catherine" heard that her mother's friend in an old peoples home in Sefton had been singing 'old tunes from scotty', which had place names included and the 'Girls of Tate and Lyle'. The old lady is dead, now. What a pity! Even Radio Merseyside "A-team" had no luck, and that just leaves the Tate & Lyle pensioners magazine, which will give it a mention. "Tommy D" asked about a rather rude childhood song called "The Dirty Old Woman., concerning a lady "caught short" and a policeman on his beat. I have been given two versions of the words, one with London references and one mentioning the Dingle.

Both versions are rather lavatorial for general viewing, but I will pass them on to enquirers. Song of the Liverpool LYVER BIRDS. To the tune of "In my Liverpool Home." by Gerry Jones. 2002 to assist his bid to get a third Liver Bird built for 2008. We're eighteen foot tall, over twenty foot wide, From three hundred feet we survey Merseyside There's two of here, facing eastward and west, One sees the river and one sees the rest. In 1911 we first found this perch, with a good view of dear old St Nicholas' Church. With Donnelly's ship standing proud and aloof, and our little white chick up on Mersey Court roof. In 1207 when John was the king, We were ON the Town Seal when they signed anything We started as Eagles - the bird of St John - Till they found our original image had gone. An artist who'd never seen an eagle before, had seen many cormorants along our sea-shore, He tried drawing eagles, he tried it for weeks, But we ended up like cormorants with weed in our beaks.

We've BOTH got some Laver; that's "sea-weed" to you. It's quite rich in iodine, but a bit tough to chew. But over in Clwyd, they bake it instead, As a vital ingredient of Welsh "Laver bread." Our LIVerpool Ladies will HUG and kiss Men, but a true virgin Lady you'll find now and then We know who is who from our perch up on high, and we FLAP our great WINGS every time she goes by. CHORUS; Liver Birds are the best. tra-la-la Liver Birds are the best; tra-la-la Venice has pigeons , that's all that they've got. London has sparrows, that cough quite a lot, We've got the best that the others have not, our Liver Birds are they best. ============================================= The "World in one city." by Pete McGovern,(the original composer of "Liverpool Home") as printed in the Liverpool "Echo" on 16 Oct 2002, Some verses on the "World in One City" theme connected with Liverpool's bid for Capital of Culture. , to the tune of In My Liverpool Home.

So many colours and so many creeds, all of them people, all with the same needs, We MUST work together, and understand, please, - to play the piano needs the black and white keys. West AFRican ballet, Jamaican steel bands, Irish step-dancing, and choirs from all lands. Fierce Chinese dragons crawl over the ground, a riot of colour of music and sound. Senior CITIzens are marching throughout Liverpool; they're starting all over to go back to school, to study computers and using the mouse, and taking "A" Levels in "Classical Scouse." Let's TALK to the the children, their fears and their hopes. We've GOT the experience to show them the ropes. and working together, then we can be sure, their future is bright, and it's also secure. ... and still more verses come. Here are some from Ruth Raisman of King David Kindergarten who penned a couple of verses for "Liverpool 08" as one of the school themes. Capital of Culture for Two-oh-oh-eight Everyone's happy and everything's great.We've Concerts and shows that you'll want to see. So Come down to Liverpool and you will be... ...

In my Liverpool home, etc Our City of Liverpool's having a ball Museums and concerts and ships that are tall. We Welcome all tourists from over the sea.This is the only place I wanna be... ...In my Liverpool home....etc Johnny Todd. The tune of this song was used as the theme for the "Z-cars" TV series, which is still played when Everton F.C football team go out onto the pitch, but the song was sung long before Everton FC was invented. There is a pub in Kirkby (the "Newtown" of Z-cars) called the "Johnny Todd". JOHNNY TODD he took a notion for to cross the ocean wide, and he left.......his true love behind him, waiting on the Liverpool side. For a week she wept full sorely, . . . tore her hair and wrung her hands, Till she met ..... with another sailor, . . . walking on the Liverpool sands. "Why, fair maid, are you a-weeping, . . . for your Johnny gone to sea? If you will ..... marry me tomorrow, . . . I will kind and constant be". "I will buy you sheets and blankets, . . .

I'll buy you a wedding ring, and I'll buy .... you a silver cradle, . . . for to rock your babies in". Johnny Todd came home from sailing, . . . sailing o'er the ocean wide, just to find ... that his fair and false one . .. was another sailor's bride. So you young men who go sailing, . . . off to fight the foreign foe, do not leave your love behind like Johnny; . . . marry her before you go. Jean Frankland recalls her Nanna singing along to the first Z-cars, using a variant verse four, "I will BUILD you a GILDed cradle..." with that nice internal rhyme. This might be traditional, or it may be Nanna's invention. With folk songs, who can tell? Back to the Top of the page. The Liverpool Barrer Boy [ Liverpool Barrow Boy] (He had to keep pushing his barrow, because every time he stopped to sell something, a policeman [scuffer] would charge him with Obstructing the road or pavement.. "Judy-cop" = W.P.C.) Tune = Rakes of Mallow. Shoves me barrer round and round, ripe tomatoes firm and sound!

Only half-a-crown a pound! Buy some from me barrer! CHORUS; Pushing and shoving all the day, soon as I find a place to stay, up comes a scuff saying; "On yer way! Move your blinking barrer!" 2. Just as I start to make me sales, fingers all handy for the scales. Up come a scuffer - never fails - says I've got to shift me barrer. 3. Casey, Leece, Cable Street, there's always a scuffer on his beat. I can't seem to rest me aching feet, I've just got to shift me barrer. 4. Hawking in London Road one day, when a judy-cop come and took me away. Fined in Dale Street Court next day.So now I've go to SELL me barrer! Back to the Top of the page. THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL. (There really was a sailing ship called the "Davy Crockett" and a painting of her can be seen in some books about Liverpool.) Fare thee well, to you, my own true love, I am sailing far away.

I am bound for California, and I hope that I'll return some day. CHORUS :" So fare thee well, my own true love, and when I return, united we will be; It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but, my darling, when I think of thee. I have signed on a Yankee clipper ship, "DAVY CROCKETT" is her name and Burgess is the Captain of her,and they say she is a floating shame; CHORUS : I have sailed with Burgess once before, and I think I know him well If a man's a sailor then he might get along,but if not, why then he's sure in hell. CHORUS : Fare thee well to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace & old Park Lane. for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again .CHORUS : I am bound for California, by way of the stormy Cape Horm. I will write to you a letter, love, when I am home-ward bound. CHORUS : Oh, the sun is shining on the harbour wall, & I wish I could remain.

for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again. .CHORUS : LIVERPOOL LADIES (by Joe Orford) How I love the Marsh Lane girls ; mascara'd eyes and peroxide curls I love to kiss those greasy lips, just to get the flavour of the curry and chips. CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, you're loved the whole world over. Mary lived in Brasenose Road, Hundreds of pounds to the catalogue owed Couldn't stop her getting "tick", The Guinness she drank'd make a docker sick. CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, you're loved the whole world over. Once I courted a Bootle girl, she had my poor heart in a whirl; fish-net tights and ankle socks, couldn't keep her out of the Betting Shops CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, You're loved the whole world over. I once knew a girl from Toxteth Town; She was big and round and brown. She said she'd kiss and wouldn't tell; But don't believe a Dingle Belle.

CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, You're loved the whole world over. Glenys was of Welsh descent, owed the council lots of rent; She played "Bingo" every night, a jackpot win would put things right. CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, You're loved the whole world over. Nellie worked for thirty years, in Tetley's pubs selling wines and beers; Thirty years in a Lime Street bar; You'd think she'd know what sailors are! CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, You're loved the whole world over. CHORUS: Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, Liverpool Ladies, you're loved the whole world over. Liverpool Lullaby.(by Stan Kelly (C) ) (This REALLY should be sung un-accompanied.) OH YOU ARE A MUCKY KID, dirty as a dustbin lid. When he hears the things you did, you'll get a belt off your Dad. Oh you have your father's nose, so crimson in the dark it glows If you're not asleep when the boozers close, you'll get a belt from your Dad.

You look so scruffy lying there, strawberry jam-tats in your hair, though in the world you haven't a care while I have got so many. It's such a struggle every day, living on your father's pay. The beggar drinks it all away and leaves me hardly any. Though we have no silver spoon, better days are coming soon Now Nelly's working at the LUNE, & she gets paid on Fridays. Perhaps one day we'll have a splash, when Littlewoods provides the cash. We'll get a house in Knotty Ash, & buy yer dad a brewery. Oh your are mucky kid; dirty as a dustbin lid. When he hears the things you did, you'll get a belt off your dad Oh you have your father's face, you're growing up real hard case There's no-one can take your place, go fast asleep for your Mammy. Back to the Top of the page. And here is another version from John Leadbetter. "I am working in India and visited your web site to refresh my memory on some Liverpool songs. I thought you might like to add this one to your collection.

My Dad used to sing it to me as a lullaby, and goes to the tune of Galloway Bay." "If you ever take a four penny bus to Garston" If you ever take a four penny bus to Garston It may be at the closing of the day You can smell the lovely odour from the gas works Or watch the sun go down o'er scouseland bay. Oh the wind that blows across the sea from Stanlow The perfume on the jetty as it blows And the kiddies in the back streets playing conkers Speak a language that the strangers do not know. But things are not so bad in dear old Garston No fag ends in the gutter do we see, And if I'm to live a life in next year after I shall live in dear old scouseland by the sea. Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they have taken her away, and she'll never walk down Lime Street any more. Oh, she robbed those lime-juice sailors, and the captains of the whalers, That dirty robbing no-good Maggie May.

O gather round, you sailor boys, and listen to my plea, And when you've heard my tale you'll pity me; For I was a goddamn fool, in the port of Liverpool the first time that I came home from sea. I was paid off at the Home, from the port of Sierra Leone, The three pounds ten a month that was me pay. With a pocket full of tin, I was very soon taken in By a girl with the name of Maggie May,. CHORUS. Oh the first time I saw Maggie, she took my breath away, she was cruising up and down old Canning Place. She'd a figure so divine, like a frigate of the line, so me, being a sailor, I gave chase, CHORUS; In the morning I awoke, I was flat & stony broke.

No jacket, waistcoat, trousers could I find, And when I asked her where; she said," My very good sir, they're down in Kelly's pawnshop, number 9." To the pawnshop I did go, no clothes there did I find, And the police they took that girl from me away, And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing the homeward-bounder, And paid her passage out to Botany Bay. CHORUS. There are many variants to this song. I have heard various amounts given as "the ï¿½ï¿½ï¿½ï¿½ a month that was me pay" and after her "figure so divine", I first heard it as ..."and her voice was so refined." I have used "frigate of the line" as it sounds more nautical, even though Liverpool sailors were much more likely to be Merchant Navy than RN. and I have seen/heard " the judge he guilty found her, of robbing the homeward-bounder, " used as the middle lines of the chorus. The song has quite a modern feel about it, and there's not much antique about the words, and I thought its "tradition" started about 1960.

However, Herb Hughes (RN) heard it sung by Liverpool matelots around Plymouth as early as 1947. Roger French, ex-pat scouser and mariner from Texas, writes; " I first heard the song in 1958, sung by Stan Hugill when he was bo'sun at the Outward Bound Sea School in Aberdovey. A reaonable provenance, I'd think! He said, and I remember this very clearly, that Maggie May was originally a London lady and song, who got adopted by Liverpool. sailors. Canning Town became Canning Place, for example, Limehouse became Lime Street. Interestingly enough, when Stan sang the song back then, she cruised in Paradise Street, not Lime Street. His version was considerably more "raunchy" than most, with reference to Maggie's "old red flannel drawers" and other unmentionables. Stan's chorus was: "Oh Maggie, Maggie May, they have take her away, for a slave upon that cruel devil's shore.

Oh she robbed many a whaler, and many a drunken sailor, but she'll never cruise down Paradise Street no more." The version you have is indeed, I think, a product of the early 60s and arose from the popularisation of Liverpool, both nationally and internationally". Many thanks for all that Roger. Well, now me lads be of good cheer for the Irish Coast will soon draw near we'll set a course for the old Cape Clear. Oh, Jenny, get your oat-cakes done. CHORUS: WHIP JAMBOREE, WHIP JAMBOREE, with your pig-tail, sailor, hanging down behind, Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh, Jenny get your oatcakes done. Well now Cape Clear it is in sight, we'll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night, we'll set a course for the old Rock Light, Oh, Jenny, get your oat-cakes done. CHORUS: WHIP JAMBOREE, WHIP JAMBOREE,.... Well, now we're passing Holyhead, no more salt-beef or weevilly bread, one man in the chains for to swing the lead.

Oh, Jenny, get your oat-cakes done. CHORUS: WHIP JAMBOREE, WHIP JAMBOREE,.... And now we're passing Fort Perch Rock all hammocks lashed & sea chests locked, we'll warp her in to the Waterloo Dock, Oh, Jenny, get your oat-cakes done. CHORUS: WHIP JAMBOREE, WHIP JAMBOREE,.... And now my lads we are in Dock, we'll be off to Dan Lowry's on the spot, and there we'll sink a big pint pot. Oh, Jenny, get your oat-cakes done. CHORUS: WHIP JAMBOREE, WHIP JAMBOREE,.... I don't know anything about the origins of this song, and hope the Usual Suspects will enlighten me. If it is genuinely "traditional" then it will not have a known or named author. The "original" words of a "traditional" song is rather a contradiction in terms; people tend to think that the first version they heard sung is the "correct" one. "Traditional songs" are passed on a bit like Chinese Whispers, and they alter and vary as they are sung.

Some people who record things will deliberately make some alterations, to claim that version as their "own work." SETH DAVY., by Glyn Hughes. He sat on the corner of Bevington Bush, astride an old packing case, And the dolls on the end of the plank went dancing, as he crooned with a smile on his face. CHORUS: "Come day, go day. Wishing me heart for Sunday. Drinking buttermilk all the week; whisky on a Sunday." 2; His tired old hands drummed the wooden plank, and the puppet dolls they danced the gear. A far better show then you ever would see, at the Pivvy or new Brightion Pier. CHORUS; Come day go day........ 3; But in 1905, old Seth Davy died, and his song was heard no more. And the three dancing dolls ended up in a bin, and the plank went to mend a back-door.

CHORUS:"Come day, go day 4; But on some stormy nights, down Scotty Road way, when the wind blows up from the sea, You can still hear the song of old Seth Davy, that he sang to his dancing dolls three; CHORUS; "Come day, go day... Back to the Top of the page. SETH DAVY was a real person, he really existed, and he died a couple of years into the 20th century. There was a street and a pub, both called "Bevington Bush" just north of Liverpool City Centre, and Seth Davy did do a "busking" act outside. In his book 'Liverpool: Our City - Our Heritage', Freddie O'Connor tells us that in 1760, half a mile from Marybone ("St Patrick's Cross") along Bevington Bush Road was a hamlet named Bevington Bush which had an inn called simply the 'Bush', which became a favourite haunt for folk to travel 'out into the country', to the 'Bevy Inn' as it became fondly known. The Liverpool slang for 'bevvy' ...may have derived from this old inn.

Liverpool Pictorial says, "Bevington Bush was the name of a thickly wooded valley between Bevington Hill and Everton Hill. An inn on Bevington Hill was called `The Bush'. . With the opening of Scotland Road, the ancient Bevington Bush Road became a minor road amidst the massive slum district that would soon engulf it. As the district was built up it also lost its original name. Please do not be taken in by any Irish versions of this song, or any reference to "Bebbington". Bebington is "over the water" - not in Liverpool at all. I know the truth for a fact because, when I was a brand-new teacher in the Dingle in 1963, our old lollypop man told me that he had actually seen Seth Davy doing his stuff. So I have spoken to a first-hand witness. I have heard that Seth Davy's own singing was a non-too-wonderful monotone, and not the pleasant melody that was written about him in the 60s folk boom. Back to the Top of the page. I WISH I WAS BACK IN LIVERPOOL.

Stan Kelly writes; "The werds you give for I WISH differ un peu from what I wrote but no big deal. I'll send you an extra verse anon. I sing I WISH on Ewan MacColl's REVIVAL IN BRITAIN (Folkways)" CHORUS: I wish I was back in Liverpool. Liverpool town where I was born Where there isn't no trees, no scented breeze no fields of waving corn. But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls And the "black & tan" flows free, With six in a bed by the old Pier head And its Liverpool Town for me. 1; Its seven long years since I wandered away, To sail the wide world o'er, My very first trip in an old tramp ship that was bound for Baltimore. I was seven days sick, and I just couldn't stick All that bobbing up and down, So I told them, jack, to turn right back To dear old Liverpool Town. 2; We dug the Mersey Tunnel , boys, way back in '33 Dug a hole in the ground until we found a 'ole called Wallasey.

The foreman cried, "Get on outside; the roof is falling down!" And I'm telling you, Jack, we all SWAM back To dear old Liverpool Town . 3; There's every race and colour of face And every kind of name, But the pigeons* there in Clayton Square they treat there all the same If you walk up Upper Parliament Street, You'll see faces black & brown, And I've even seen them orange & green In dear old Liverpool town. * the pigeons sometimes make a mess "there in Clayton Square," and sometimes "at the old Pier Head." That's the way it is with folksong. The lamps they are ready, the beacons are laid, The donkeys are harnessed, our plans they are made. And when the nightï¿½s blackest with no moon in sight Weï¿½ll go aï¿½wreckinï¿½ at Leasowe tonight! Chorus: And its men to your oilskins and women your shawls, Thereï¿½ll be brandy and whiskey and rum for us all! 2. The last time we went there The plunder was grand Five barrels of whiskey Were cast on the sand.

And what did we care if we killed two or three? Weï¿½ll still go aï¿½wreckinï¿½ down at Wallasey! Chorus: 3. The judge sits so solemn When he hears of a wreck. The parson shouts "hell-fire" to save his own neck. When the tideï¿½s at the flood and the tawny owls screech, Theyï¿½ll both be a-wreckinï¿½ down on Moreton Beach Chorus: 4. We take all our plunder Out to Bidston Moss, Where old Samuel Walker he trades it with us. Of wines and of spirits his inn never lacks, and we return laden with hams on our backs. 5. When the spoils they are shared, we will swill us some ale At Old Mother Redcap's we'll tell all the tale. If of brandy or tea or of silks you are light Why not come a-wreckin' with us some dark night? Final Chorus: And its men to your oilskins and women your shawls, Thereï¿½ll be brandy and whiskey and rum for us all!

Here are the original lyrics, written by Harry & Gordon Dison back in the 1960s. A fellaï¿½ from the Council, Just out of Planning School Has told us that weï¿½re being moved right out of Liverpool Theï¿½re sending us to Kirkby, or Skelmersdale or Speke Donï¿½t want to go from all we know in Back Buchanan Street Weï¿½ll miss a lot of little things like putting out the cat For thereï¿½s no back door on the fourteenth floor of a Unit-Camus flat Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkby, or Skelmersdale or Speke Donï¿½t want to go from all we know in Back Buchanan Street Weï¿½ll miss the fog horns on the river and weï¿½ll miss the oleï¿½ Pierhead Anï¿½ short cuts through the jiggers when weï¿½re rolling home to bed Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkby, or Skelmersdale or Speke Donï¿½t want to leave.

Weï¿½ll only grieve for Back Buchanan Street Weï¿½ll miss the pub around the corner, with the parlour painted red Just like we miss the Green Goddesses and the Overhead Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkby, or Skelmersdale or Speke Just want to stay where we used to play in Back Buchanan Street Weï¿½ll miss the Mary Ellens, anï¿½ me Dadï¿½ll miss the Docks Anï¿½ Granï¿½ll miss the washhouse, where she washed me Grandadï¿½s socks Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkbyï¿½ï¿½.etc Theyï¿½ve closed down Paddyï¿½s Market, where me Ma once had a stall And soon their picks and shovels, will be through our back yard wall Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkbyï¿½ï¿½.etc From Walton to the Dingle, youï¿½ll hear the same old cry Stop messinï¿½ round with Liverpool at least until we die Donï¿½t want to go to Kirkby, or Skelmersdale or Speke Donï¿½

t want to go from all we know in Back Buchanan Street Harry Dison is still alive and well, (2005) but no longer song writing.

Sadly, Gordon died on Thursday, the 1st September, at the age of 73. Not long after the publication of the song, Harry's son John became a town planner! Harry says;"The song was originally written for a BBC folk song competition in which it was sung by Robin Hall and Jimmy McGregor. It fortunately was one of the final 10 which were recorded and published, out of 3000 sent in. We sent the last two verses in later, but they were too late to be included." "Jackie and Bridie took it up after this and changed the odd word here and there, commencing it with ï¿½ A fella from the Corpyï¿½ï¿½. "They also sang ï¿½Of a Corporation flatï¿½, in place of ï¿½Of a Unit-Camus flatï¿½, but we didnï¿½t mind so long as they sang it. ï¿½Unitï¿½, was a large construction company based in Speke, and ï¿½Camusï¿½ a French system, I think, that they used for the pre-cast construction.

Their recording was played on Radio 4 in Feb 2005, so the song is still alive and kicking." Back to the Top of the page. BACK BUCHANAN STREET Here is the version I heard and sang, probably after trying to recall the words as sung by Jackie and Bridie (giving my age away.) A feller from the Corpy, just out of planning school, Has told us that we've got to move right out of Liverpool. They're moving us to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale and Speke, But we want to stay where we used to play in Back Buchanan Street, CHORUS; Don't want to go to Kirkby, don't want to go to Speke, Don't want to go from all I know in Back Buchanan Street. (I'll miss the) pub around the corner, with the parlour painted red, Likewise the green goddesses, likewise the Overhead. And lots of other little things, like putting out the cat, 'Cause there's no back door on the 14th floor of a corpy Tower-block flat. I'll miss the Mary Ellens, Me Dad'll miss the docks.

Me Gran'll miss the wash-house where she washed me grandad's socks They've pulled down Paddy's Market, where me Ma once had a stall, And soon their picks & shovels will be through our backyard wall. From Bootle to the Dingle, you can hear the same old cry, "Stop mucking round with Liverpool, at least until I die". This is a very good example of how folk songs change, even songs which were actually composed by living musicians, written down and printed. Folk-songs are normally learned by listening, not from printed publications, and even songs written in the folk song style are liable to the same fate - to be learned by hearing, probably not exactly right, with alterations, both accidental and deliberate, creeping in, and singers believing that the version they heard is the "authentic" version. Harry Dison himself says, "There are some small variations in the wording of odd choruses which can be used or not, as desired, and it may be of advantage to reduce the number of choruses by pairing some verses together.ï¿½ Exactly what has happened.

An adventurous young man was young Willie Moran, of yellow he'd never a streak; Hunted shark, fished for whale, and he never turned tail, till he tried rent-collecting in Speke, in Speke. till he tried rent-collecting in Speke. 2; He knocked on this flat with his rata-tat-tat. "Are you paying me any this week?" The neighbours just shrugged as poor Willie got slugged, When he tried rent-collecting in Speke, in Speke when he tried rent-collecting in Speke. 3; So Will tried again, sloping up Mackett's Lane, a back road through Hunts Cross to seek. In a camouflage mac., a flame-thrower on his back, To try rent-collecting in Speke, in Speke, To try rent-collecting in Speke. 4; So Will hired a tank, and armed guards from the Bank, and policemen of manly physique. Down the Boulevard did go, shouting; "The Corpy needs dough, and you must pay your rent up in Speke, in Speke, and you must pay your rent up in Speke.

5; This appeal, Willie found, fell on to stony ground, and he soon found himself up the creek, The staff-nurse she did grin, as they wheeled Willie in, "He's been rent -collecting in Speke, in Speke." "He's been rent -collecting in Speke" Back to the Top of the page. IF YOU AINT GOT NO DOUGH REY ME. This song from Pete Mcgovern is a send up of the Woodie Guthrie song ï¿½If you aint got the do ray meï¿½ Folks are leaving Speke, they say, going on the transfer list each day Heading down Booker Avenue way where the neighbourhood is class. Over that Garston bridge they roll leaving, they say.

a corpy hole Into debt, body and soul, so the furniture will pass But the conductor on the 86 will say ("yeh yeh") you can't live down there on your dockers' pay So if you 'ain't got the doh rey me, Boys If you 'ain't got the doh rey me you'd better go back to beautiful GARSTON, BOOTLE OR WAVERTREE Mossley hill may be a garden of Eden On the lampposts the dogs will never pee You won't find it so hot; in that neighbourhood you're a clot If you 'ain't got the doh re me. You can't go just as you are better get yourself a Jaguar the kids will shout what a bag you are As your riding into town When you hear the rates, you'll weep you'll be losing lots of sleep to the social security you will creep But the man down there will frown Well, he'll raise his glasses high and he will say "you can't live down there on your dockers pay" Same chorus if you 'ain't got the doh re me Boys only difference is-ï¿½they've never heard the letters HP. (Lyrics.

Thanks to Patti Page herself, and Steve McLaughlin's mum) Googi the Liverpool Duck I'm just an ordiNARY duck, you'll see me in the street, Wandering round Liverpool, with wellies on me feet. I live just up by Scotty Road, I think that you'll agree, There's not much there to look at but its home sweet home to me. Googi; Googi; I never had much luck, I don't care, I'm happy, I'm.............. Googi the Liverpool Duck My old man is a docker, and he's up to every trick, When he isn't out on strike, he's always on the sick. Me old girl is a cleaner in the alehouse down our street. It helps pay for her bingo, and she's there six nights a week. CHORUS. Half our house supports the Reds, the other half the Blues., There's murder on a Saturday night if either of them lose. The Liver Birds are mates of mine, they went to our old school. So when you see them, think of me, when you're in Liverpool CHORUS.

Sheila Droniak asked about this song she once heard in the film 'Priest' in the scene where the choirboys are singing in the church. Googi the Liverpool Duck, by Penny Page and David Alexander certainly had its heyday, and is available on CD still. Mark Jones writes; "I had trouble convincing anyone outside of Liverpool (plus many from Liverpool!) that it actually existed. It took years to find this but finally I have some proof that I am not mad!" Back to the Top of the page. THE ORANGE AND THE GREEN. Written by Tony Murphy a habitue of the Wash-house folk club. This song does not in fact mention Liverpool, but Liverpool has had long, strong traditions of Catholic parishes and of Orange Lodges, and relations between them have never been as light-hearted as this song suggests. Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he, My mother was a Catholic girl; from county Cork was she. They were married in two churches and live happily enough, until the day that I was born when things got rather rough. CHORUS; Oh it is the greatest mix-up that you have ever seen, my father he was Orange and my mother she was Green.

Baptised by Father Reilly I was rushed away by car, to become a little Orangeman, my father's shining star. I was christened David Anthony, but still, in spite of that, to my father I was "William" while my mother called me "Pat" With Ma to church on Sundays, to Mass I'd proudly stroll, while later on the Orange Lodge would try to save my soul. Both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because, I'd play my flute or I'd play my harp depending where I was. One day my Ma's relations came round to visit me, just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea. We tried to smooth things over but they soon began to fight, ..and me being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight. My parents never could agree about my type of school. My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool. They've both passed on, God bless 'em, and I'm left caught between this awful colour problem of the Orange and the Green. Back to the Top of the page.

SONGS BY BILLY MAHER; Billy has written an enormous amount of songs, in a folky-pub style, he has popularised many songs written by other people, and still earns his bread and drippin' by selling CDs of them, so I have no intention of doing him out of a crust. But a few of his songs have passed into general consciousness, and are so widely almost known round Merseyside as to qualify as Liverpool folk-songs. They include "I stand making wellies all day", and "The mighty Well !" written by John Dillon. Billy is also responsible for what may prove to be a definitive version of "We're off, we're off in a motor-car", of which there seem to be so many versions (world-wide). Here is Billy's version, but although it is well-known all over Liverpool, I know it is not sung just in Liverpool, or if it is originally a Liverpool song. Weï¿½re off in a motor car "We're off; we're off; we're off in a motor car. Sixty coppers are after us and we don't know where we are.

Going round the corner, eating apple pie; I asked him for a skinny bit and he hit me in the eye" He went and told me mother ï¿½ - me mother wouldnï¿½t come I went and bought a lollie pop and stuck it up ï¿½is (BEEP BEEP) (Chorus) Oh me father was a hero, his bravery made me blush They were givin free beer in the alehouse and me dad got killed in the rush Oh I wish he was a caterpillar ï¿½ life would be a farce He could climb up all the trees and slide down on his hands and knees (chorus) The night was dark and stormy and the rain had wet me socks. The tram was on its journey from the Dingle to the Docks. A dog ran in the tramlines - the driver rang the bell. The dog never heard the signal, now heï¿½s on ï¿½is way to (BEEP BEEP) Angela from West Oz believes there is yet another verse, something about driving with his mother and smelly socks! I STAND MAKING WELLIES ALL DAY one of many songs by Frank Lewis of Birkenhead.

Iï¿½ve worked down at Dunlops for three years or more And by now I tell ya, me feet are quite sore And the reason for this is the hard concrete floor Where I stand making wellies all day Chorus (but with fellow singer/s joining in where stated) I stand makin wellies all day ((all day)).

I stand making wellies all day ((all day!) I havenï¿½t got time to rest or play Cos I stand makin wellies all day Now a girlfriend once asked of me ï¿½Wir dya werk?ï¿½** And when I told her Dunlops, she gave me a shirk ï¿½And wat dya make there?ï¿½ she said with a smirk ï¿½Dyust*** stand makin wellies all dayï¿½ Chorus ;I stand makin wellies all day, etc Now of air pollution, Iï¿½ve heard on the tele, Is making our cities and towns smell smelly But theres NOTHING as smelly as a stinkin ï¿½ot wellie When you stand making wellies all day Chorus ; I stand makin wellies all day, etc This song is about the former Dunlop factory in Walton, where they made wellies and other footwear. not to be confused with Dunlops in Speke, where they made tyres. Thanks to Angela Bishop of Western Australia for these words. She writes; " **the girlfriends lines must be spoken in a most gloriously scouse accent!

I have tried to write the words (werds!) as they are pronounced in the song. ***ï¿½Dyustï¿½ is actually ï¿½justï¿½, but it is said *long, sighingly, drawn out* and this is the best transcription I could think of." Thanks also to Frank's daughter Sarah for providing corrections and improvements to my knowledge. I'd wait outside the ale-house when I was just a lad, Eating bags of salty crisps being passed out by my Dad I'd hear pi-anno music, and hear the boozers sing, But above them all I'd hear my old man Shouting just one thing;.... (Chorus) He'd shout WELL!" while they were singing, WELL! Just that one word ........ .......... ......... His mighty WELL! had my ears ringing. His shout of WELL! was always heard. On Saturday night back AT our house, we always had a Do. There was ale and scoff for anybody that me Old Man knew, Me Nan would play the squeeze-box and We'd all sing along. But me Dad just shouted OUT one word no matter what the song. (Chorus) One Christmas Eve at Midnight Mass I sat down in a pew.

Me Old Man staggered into church,I could see he'd had a few. (Then the) Organ started playing and the choir sang a hymn, Before they got through half a verseMy Old Man had joined in. (Chorus) But now they've changed the style of pub,It gets me old man down. With juke-box and with discos in every pub in town. Although they now play records,And there's no need for a Weller, Above the blaring of the noise,You can still hear my old feller. (Chorus) JOHN DILLON wrote in (Feb 06) to say; I wrote "THE WELLER" (originally THE "WELL" SONG) as sung by Billy Maher, for Billy's old group, The Jacksons. .I'm happy that Billy is still performing the song, and hope that people enjoy hearing it sung, word for word as it was written. I am telling you this is for historical accuracy; I am very proud of being a Liverpudlian and if, in future years, some young scouser hears this song and asks "Who wrote this?" I'd like someone to answer, "A fellah called John Dillon"!

Back to the Top of the page. A DOUBLE THICK MARMALADE BUTTY by Frank Lewis, who also wrote 'The Wellie Song' .Thanks to Frank's daughter Sarah for providing the words for this song Billy Maher sang some of Frank's songs, on BBC Radio Merseyside. A long-term fan of Frankï¿½s, Gary du Rose, writes; ï¿½ Around 1982 -85, Frank Lewis was my teacher in Primary School,. He was from Liverpool,and he would get his guitar out and sing it to us. The last I heard of him he was living in Birkenhead. He also wrote a song called "I'm a Great Man" all about himself running for the bus as a teenager on his way to work." Last I heard, from his daughter, Sarah, Frank was still a teacher, living in Birkenhead, singing with the kids in school. ï¿½Iï¿½m a great manï¿½ was a song about cursing a bus driver, driving an Atlantean.

He has also written songs about "Arrowe Park", and "A Penny Return." I live in a slum, with me dad and me mum, Theyre always out gamblin' an boozin', Drinkin' their beer, with bingo cards near, And horses invariably losin'. They tell me I'm rude, when I ask for good food, an' tell me I'm acting quite smutty, If you're older or younger, to stave off your hunger, have a double thick marmalade butty. Chorus: A double thick marmalade butty A double thick marmalade butty If you're older or younger to stave off your hunger have a double thick marmalade butty. One year for our hols', we went to the falls, the weather was shocking by gosho, the gamblin was lousy, they played 'housey housey', An' the food it was terribly posho.

Me dad said that he wouldn't pay them for food, 'cos to him it all tasted like putty, so we went down to Youngers, to stave off our hunger, for a double thick marmalade butty (Chorus) When out with me ma, we ate caviar, it cost us a pretty penny, when I asked him for chips, he said through his lips, I'm afraid, sir, that we have not any'. Me ma said that" this isn't cricket, you know, for us you're not doing your utty!" So we came out that hotel, and went to the motel, for a double thick marmalade butty. (Chorus) Me young brother Mort, was a hell of a sport, he never would eat before playin', he said that his hunger made him feel younger, but didnt realise what he was sayin'. He loses his 'ead, and pinches some bread, before he goes out to play footy, and while gettin a beatin, he's standin there eatin' a double thick marmalade butty. (Final Chorus). Back to the Top of the page. STAN JARDINE.

I am finding people asking about Stan Jardine, who played with various folk groups, including the Wallasey Wreckers for a time, and later singing solo in Birkenhead folk venues. All information I receive about Stan, and his songs, will soon be moved to it's own page. Here are some snippets I have been given of songs from Stan Jardine, and I hope to have the full words in a few weeks time . 1st song. Think it was called ... started something like: They took away the landing stage When they pulled old Parley down, It'll never be the same again, Dear old Liverpool town....." Chorus something like: But now there's concrete blocks Of offices and shops, And a tower where the market used to be....... (can't remember next line).... But the Liverbrid smiled at me 2nd song. Started something like: There's a wiley old bird called the Liver, Perched up on the top of a dome, With his big beady eyes he just sits there, Watching the big ships come home" Chorus includes the lines . The Mersey Tunnel Song .

A query from Jim McKeown on 17 Nov 05, asking for the rest of song about The Mersey Tunnel song, of which he can offered two verses, below. Joanna Oldham writes; "I think it was written specifically for the first performance on the stage of Willy Russell's Our Day Out at the Everyman in 1983. As far as I know, the lyrics and certainly the music were written by Chris Mellor (who whose name was misspelt as Mellors by Samuel French publishers)". As regards the tune, I have no solid information, but I feel strongly that it has to be based on something simple and well-known, and it can indeed be sung to the "Off in a motorcar" tune, or possibly a 6/8 version of Lonnie Donegan's "My old man's a dustman". (Gerry) The Mersey Tunnel is three miles long and the roof is made of glass, so that as you are driving through you can watch the ships sail past, there's a plughole every five yards thats opened every night, it lets in lots of water and it washes away the..da da da diddly da da da.

NEXT VERSE The tunnel it runs from Liverpool right through to Birkenhead , Gonna Lun-dun, gunna have some fun. Gunna grab all the tarts, In my own little pad in Chelsea, I'm gunna break all their hearts. Gunna gerra job as a bouncer, in the big West End. When they hear my Liverpool accent, it'll send them round the bend." Going down to London, on the night express, with my khaki kecks and my gansey on, I'm looking at me best. Now I'm down in London, I'm walking round Hyde Park Looking for a place to live, it's quickly getting dark, I went for a drink in a hale-house, while I thought about what to do. I said; "Gizza brown-mixed and put a 'ead on it, or I'll put a 'ead on you." This is from the 1970s, and the group who performed it appeared on "New Faces." Back to the Top of the page. Liverpool Lyrics From the days of sailing ships, through folk-song, pop music and football chants, Liverpool has always been a singing city.

Even so, there are times when people know the tune well enough - they just can't remember all the words. It was partly for these people that I decided to make my "Liverpool Lyrics" web-page. One response was from an ex-pat scouser in Spain, who found the words, and just wished he could learn to sing the songs. To help him out, I decided to sing the songs into my computer and make a CD for him to learn from. Of course, once it was all safely on the hard disk, it was easy to run off some copies now and then, for other friends. This situation ended very suddenly, in late July 2005. I decided to try to enlist our local BBC Radio Merseyside in a bid to "raise awareness" about a pet project of mine - to have a Third Liver Bird built, full-size, in the city centre, standing on a Liver Clock dial, as public art, and as a tourist attraction for 2008. (Try "Third Lyver Bird" in Google). So I gave them a copy of the CD, and a few weeks later Billy Butler played "The Lyver Bird Song" - and he also gave out my home phone number on air!

The result was that our phone went mad with dozens of callers, all wanting to buy it! And I had to turn away dozens of sales, because I had not obtained permission or copyright for the songs. This is now sorted, and the CD can go on sale, thanks to the kind permission of the authors and copyright holders as credited on the titles page. Gerry Jones. August 2005 This disk is recorded on a CD/R, and as such it may not play on older CD-players, but will be fine on modern CD-players and through computers.

Question: Which Liverpool group had a top ten hit in 1964 with the song "I Think Of You"?
Answer: MERSEYBEATS