Liverpool Home

(Original words by Pete McGovern, tune Traditional)

(It is estimated over 30 verses of this song have bee written over the years - these are our favourites)

1. I was born in Liverpool, down by the docks

    Me religion was Catholic, occupation hard knocks

    At stealing from lorries I was adept

    And under old overcoats each night I slept

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   In my Liverpool home, in my Liverpool home

   We speak with an accent exceedingly rare

   Meet under a statue exceedingly bare

   If you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

   In my Liverpool home.

2. Back in the forties, the world it went mad

    Her Hitler he threw at us all that he had

    When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air

    ‘Thank God’ said me old man the pier head’s still there.

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3. When I grew up I met Bridget McCann

    She said ‘You’re not much but I’m needing a man,

    I want sixteen kids and a house out in Speke’,

    Well the spirit was willing but the flesh it was weak!

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4. Walton gaol is the place for a quiet weekend

    Climb over the wall and you’ll meet all your friends

    You can sit and watch telly, drink whiskey and beer

    And chalk on the prison walls, ‘Kilroy was here’.

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5. Our Liverpool ladies will kiss all the men

    But a true virgin Judy you’ll find now and then

    Our eighteen foot Lyver Birds perched up on high

    Both flap their huge wings every time one walks by!

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6. When the last whistle blows and the ref. up there says

    You’ve supped your last lager, it’s the end of your days

    Take me ashes to Old Trafford and spread them around

    And they won’t win a match while I’m haunting their ground.

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