Birmingham My Idyll City
I recall the nitty-gritty
Of days gone by in the city
Tho' I'm not asking for pity
I love Birmingham, my city.
On the doorstep the jobs were there
Work was easy found everywhere
Tho' never a penny to spare
There in Birmingham, I declare.
Noise from factory symphony
Smoke billowing out from chimney
Worst of all was outside privy
That was Birmingham, our ditty.
We walked to school in heavy smog
Didn’t bother us, nor the fog
Or those walking to their jobs
Good old Birmingham, so it was.
Excitement when Fair came to town
Three times a year on some spare ground
Straight after school off we were bound
Fun in Birmingham, always found.
There was a lady we called Miss
Made toffee apples for us kids
Will never forget her for this
Heart of Birmingham, it was bliss.
We would hear the church bells ringing
Passing steam trains loudly hissing
Aston Villa fans when cheering
Joy of Birmingham’s true meaning.
Though we've many had claim to fame
Times have changed nothing is the same
Yet still there flows the River Tame
Thumbs up Birmingham, keep aflame.
18th September 2021
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2021
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