Birmingham

Theres a place called Birmingham
that I love dearly
It nestles in the midlands as you know
Where the people speak a very funny language
They say aint and daint, woont and ere and yoh
Just to hear again the rumble of the tramcars
The buse’s as they journey on their way
To watch the liners berth at Saltley dockyard
And see the ships go down the river Rea
The breeze that blows from Summer Lane to Nechells
Are perfumed by the gas works on its course
But if the wind is in the opposite direction
You’ll maybe get a whiff of Holbrook’s sauce
And to hear again the hawkers in the Bull Ring
As they sell their ware’s from barrow and from stall
Now the buildings gone off the permit
We’ll maybe get a roof on the market hall
I have tried to show you Brum in all its glory
You know as much as me I must confess
And now I’m at the ending of my story
I’ll wish you all good night and god bless