Songs

Poems
Rhyming Slang

 

Barrow Boy

Up the Apple and Pears
Cross the Rory O'more
Up to see the dear old trouble and Strife
(That's the Wife) On the Cain and Able
You will always see
A pair of Jack the Rippers
And a cup of Rosy Lee
What could be better than this a
Nice old cuddle and kiss
Underneath the pale moon light
A little Tommy Tucker and up to Uncle Ned
Oh what a lovely night tonight.

All my life I've Wanted to be a barrow boy
A barrow boy I've always wanted to be
I push me Barrow I sticks to it with pride
I'm a Coster a Coster from over the other side
I turns me back upon the old society
Take me where the ripe bananas grow
They are only a dozen a shilling
that is how I earn my living
I ought to have been a barrow boy years ago
Get off me barrow, I ought to have been a barrow boy years ago.

Ring Out The Bow Bells of London

Ring out the Bow Bells the Bow Bells of London
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow
Ring out the Bow Bells the Bow Bells of London
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow.

If you were born within the sound of Bow Bells
You're a Cockney, through and through
A Cockney seldom wonders from where he dwells
For to London, a Cockney' s always true.

So
Ring out the Bow Bells the Bow Bells of London
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow
Ring out the Bow Bells the Bow Bells of London
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow.

The Pearly Kings & Queens are London' s treasure
With a language all their own
Communities that always stick together,
And London is always home sweet home

So
Ding ..Dong ..Ding ..Dong
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow
Ding ..Dong ..Ding ..Dong
Ring out the Bells of St Mary le Bow

My Father's A Lavatory Cleaner
(Sung to the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)

My father's a lavatory cleaner
He works both by day and by night
And when he comes home in the evening
He's covered all over in Shine
Up your buttons with Brasso
Its only three apence a tin
You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths
But I doubt if they'll have any in

Some say that he died of a fever
Some say that he died of a fit
But I know what my father died of
He died of the smell of the Shine
Up your buttons with Brasso
Its only three apence a tin
You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths
But I doubt if they'll have any in

Some say that he's buried in a graveyard
Some say that he's buried in a pit
But I know where my father is buried
He's buried in six feet of Shine
Up your buttons with Brasso
Its only three apence a tin
You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths
But I doubt if they'll have any in