ramblings and things
Don't call my city dirty old town;
It's had its fair share of shit
Hitler's airborne demolition squad
Certainly knocked it about a bit.
And they had to rebuild fast
To rehouse those bombed out
And they made some mistakes
Of that there's very little doubt.
But we survived the blitz
Maintained our sense of humour
And the talk our town was dead
Was just unsubstantiated rumour.
They turned down Ford
To keep the wages low
Vested interests here
Kept our growth slow.
We got our beautiful bridge
Though it led to Nowhere
But the promise won a bye-election
So nobody really cared.
And nobody bothered to tell
It was bridge or motorway
So the M62 stops miles short
Still to this very day
They killed the fishing industryn
And unemployment soared
And in this fishing town
They landed fish from abroad.
And employers come
And employers go
And still in our City
Average wages are low.
We stride the River Hull,
Being built in the wrong place
But we survive through it all,
Face the world with a brave face
Because we come from ‘ull,
And we know we’ve had it rough
But we continue in our fight
‘cos in ‘ull they grow ‘em tough.
So, don't call my City dirty old town
Say it with a bit of pride
Even Hitler couldn't wipe us out
Though the bleeder really tried.
A Modern City