This is the story of the Liberty Of Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical and the cadging ramble...
A little bit of this, would you a bit of that
But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice hat A needle and thread the hand stitches of Battling Levinsky versus Jackie Bobbing and weaving, an invisible
So step for step and both on our feet We'll travel many along dim street
Would you a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses) A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you know The perpetual steady echo of the passing A continual river of people In it's transience and in permanence But, the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold So many priceless items and sold
So step for and both light on our feet We'll travel many dim silent street (together)
Once round Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane the well of shadows, and once back round again Arm in arm, with an air To where the people Out of the upstairs Because we are like kings And these days will last
Cos sailors from Africa, China and the archipelago of Jump ragged and penniless into Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and wagtails, mothers of midnight The hall carousel enspilling out into bonfire light Sending crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, ten feet tall
one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Hamlets Or Banglatown. all dancing in the moonlight, we're all On ground.
Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm just down through you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate But wait! What's Dan And the Limehouse
Purposefully walking nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating (Have a banana) On a Sunday afternoon, the all call and shout To in particular Avoiding people you know, you're just basking in you're own The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Walking wild and free, in second hand coat, just to float In little taste of liberty A part of you see
They're coming and right Trying to flog you stuff you don't or want And a smiling chap your hand And drags you in his Uncles (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to you moody DVDs You know? You've seen the film, black and white, it's got no sound And a man's pops up and down across your widescreen TV (Only a fiver) ('Ow much?) (Alright, two for quid) (Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away) (Givin' it away!)
Cos in the of Norton Folgate Walking and free, in your second hand coat, Happy just to In little piece of liberty You're a of everything you see
There's the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, whom death Had placed a sure hand, in shreds and patches, Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate That jars discordantly the ear And gives an aching sensation to pair of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the beginning was a of the immigrant made his way down to the dark riverside
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home there down by the They made their there down by the riverside The sprang up from the dark river Thames
They made their home there by the riverside made their homes there down by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark mud of the say it again
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the Liberty of Norton Walking and free And in your hand coat Happy just to In this little of liberty Cos a part of everything you see Yes, a part of everything you see
With a little bit of And a little bit of A little bit of what you like you no harm And you know
ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)