This is the story of the Liberty Of Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the shrimp and the cadging ramble...
A little bit of this, would you like a bit of
But in like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat A needle and thread the hand of time Battling Levinsky Jackie Burk Bobbing and weaving, an line
So step for and both light on our feet travel many along dim silent street
Would you a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses) A bit of what you like does you no harm, you know that The steady echo of the passing beat A continual dark of people In it's transience and in it's But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter gold So many priceless items and sold
So step for step and light on our feet We'll many along dim silent street (together)
round Arnold Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane Past the well of shadows, and once back again Arm in arm, an abstracted air To where the people Out of the upstairs Because we are living like And these days last forever
Cos sailors from Africa, China and the of Malay Jump ship ragged and penniless Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and Irish wagtails, of midnight The music hall carousel enspilling out into bonfire Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Or Banglatown. all dancing in the moonlight, we're all On ground.
Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm just floating down Won't you come with me, to the Liberty of Folgate But wait! that? Dan And the Limehouse
Purposefully nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating about (Have a banana) On a Sunday afternoon, the all call and shout To no-one in people you know, you're just basking in you're own company The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in your own
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Walking wild and free, in second hand coat, Happy just to In this little of liberty A part of you see
coming left and right Trying to flog you you don't need or want And a smiling chap takes your And drags you in his restaurant (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no And a man's head up and down Right across your 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 Liberty of Norton Walking and free, in your second hand coat, Happy to float In little piece of liberty You're a of everything you see
the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners And wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom death Had placed a very hand, in shreds and patches, Reeling full of noisy and inordinate vivacity That jars upon the ear And an aching sensation to both pair of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the was a fear of the immigrant He's made his way down to the dark
In the beginning was a fear of the In the was a fear of the immigrant made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home there by the riverside They made their homes there down by the The city up from the dark river Thames
made their home there down by the riverside They made their there down by the riverside The city sprang up the dark mud of the Thames I'll say it
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the of Norton Folgate Walking and free And in your second coat Happy just to In this taste of liberty Cos you're a part of you see Yes, a part of everything you see
a little bit of this And a little bit of A little bit of what you does you no harm And you that
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)