I remember well from where I came…
the slums of London town.
East-end born a thing so proud,
the people were its crown.
Looking out for one another
always helping out.
When one fell we grew another
there were a lot of us about.
Then we grew and up we flew
to our very own promised land.
We left the streets where good men meet
always eager to lend a hand.
Some travelled far some closer to home
we learnt what life would teach.
But east-end boys we'll always be
Wherever we may reach.
