Do Ya Go Down Deptford Anymore?

I wrote this poem as a bit of fun and then decided to make it into a song on Ujam.  I sang it into the software and then spent a happy afternoon turning it into a db reggae number.  Click the following link to hear the result:-

https://www.ujam.com/songs/g2h36477793r

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

Thinking back forty years

The summer of seventy two

Stalls on the High Street

A few Rock Steady sounds

Mooch down Douglas Street

For a glass of Sarsaparrila

On the steps of St Pauls

A couple short and tall

Both of them know

It’s the last throw

Throw of the dice

It’s the last throw

Of confetti and rice

The decked out Daimler waits

Girls looking through the gates

Flashbulbs pop then hit the floor

The priest is none too sure

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Three old drunken scrumpy boys

Staggering down Broadway

Heading to Carrington House

Someplace for their heads to lay

Mudlarks splashing in the Creek

Billy Bleach fighting the law

Totters flog a bent antique

Lewisham boys try to score

Jamaican patties on a stall

Cab drivers riding shotgun

Hippy trippers ten feet tall

Paddling in Brookmill sun

Students are all fussing

There are no new builds

The Oxford Arms is buzzing

With tales from Crossfields

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

 

Copyright: HarryRogers – 2/11/201

 

 

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