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