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OLD CUSTOMS. OLD CUSTOMS. When I was a in the East-End hole We all knew our places and played out our role got a clout if they don’t obey ‘Her’ The ‘Old Girl’ was boss, that’s how things were Mum was the ‘Her’ and second comes ‘Him’ The old times was hard and life were real grim The ‘Nicking and selling of ‘Knocked Off’ gear With most of the money spent on horses and beer It was customary, was things down our way Grown-up did the talking and we had no say Out most the night, in the streets where we played Often the kerbstone was where small heads laid Remember the weddings, when silver was thrown Silver three-penny pieces and reverence shown To the dead and the dying, it was hats off And a posh man in a suit was known as a ‘Toff’ It’s funny to think of times when I was a Customs and superstitions and places where we hid From Coppers and ‘Hard-Men’ who ‘Her’ had to stay Still; it was customary, were things down ‘Our way’. |
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1/23/2008 1:47 am |
Thank you so much, dear Lady. Ron.
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