DO YA GO DOWN DEPTFORD ANYMORE?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?
Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Think back forty nine 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 look on 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
They stagger down Broadway
Head towards Carrington House
Someplace for their heads to lay
Young mudlarks splash in the Creek
Old Billy Bleach fights the law
Totters flog a bent antique
Lewisham boys try to score
Jamaican patties on a stall
Some cab drivers ride shotgun
Hippy trippers ten feet tall
Paddle in the Brookmill sun
Students are all fussy
There are no new builds
The Oxford Arms is buzzy
With tales from Crossfields

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?
Do ya? Do ya?
Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

HarryRogers – 2/11/2012, revised 3rd February 2021

BANKSTERS SHANGRI-LA.

Bo lives down in Deptford Town
With nouveau riche executives
Things seem crazy, they churn round
Young turks trade in derivatives
Long gone the old Centurion
The Mercury, Nobles, The Broadway cafe
Eels mash and liquor at Manzes pie shop
Knickerbocker Glories at Rossis, No way!
The old geezers spike
At Carrington House
The Edward Street stables
For the rag and the bone
The state cleansing centre
For the flea and the louse
The Art Deco palace
That was Odeon
The Dockers, The Costers,
All of them gone
We now have to listen
To posh gangsters Lah-di-dah
Whilst the rest of us sing
Some old Squeeze song
Deptford is becoming,
The banksters Shangri-la
Yeah Deptford has become
The banksters Shangri-la

Copyright: Harry Rogers, Aberbanc, 20th February 2011, Revised in the Red Bedroom, 2nd February 2021.

HERON BY THE QUAGGY

There’s a heron by the Quaggy,
Across the road, in Brookmill Park.
He stands on one leg in the snow,
Soon be snapped by my old friend Bo.
Someday perhaps I’ll see it too,
When next I visit old Deptford,
That feels a long way off today,
As we’re all still stuck in lockdown,
We wait for all clear siren sounds,
Politicians swim through treacle,
Mistakenly blame the people,
Who don’t play by their confused rules.
Down here, two fifty miles away,
As last nights snow begins to melt,
On radio I hear the fools,
Play pass the parcel with the buck,
There is no desk on which it stops,
As Pritti now sends in the cops.
Not one has the ability
To take responsibility.
Perhaps to Frog House I will bring
My friend good cheer in next years spring.
I hope the heron is still there,
In twenty two some pints we’ll share.

Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 24th January 2021

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 look on 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

They stagger down Broadway

Head towards Carrington House

Someplace for their heads to lay

Young mudlarks splash in the Creek

Old Billy Bleach fights the law

Totters flog a bent antique

Lewisham boys try to score

Jamaican patties on a stall

Some cab drivers ride shotgun

Hippy trippers ten feet tall

Paddle in the Brookmill sun

Students are all fussy

There are no new builds

The Oxford Arms is buzzy

With tales from Crossfields

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Copyright: HarryRogers – 2/11/2012