{"id":14133,"date":"2022-01-03T15:47:15","date_gmt":"2022-01-03T15:47:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/?page_id=14133"},"modified":"2022-01-03T15:49:29","modified_gmt":"2022-01-03T15:49:29","slug":"my-london-country-lane","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/index.php\/my-london-country-lane\/","title":{"rendered":"My London Country Lane"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
First Published<\/td>1900<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>Edgar Bateman \/ Albert Perry<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN32453<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Alec Hurley<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
Charles Keeping and family; England : London; 1930s<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Now I have to live in London, bricks and mortar ev'rywhere\nAnd there's miles of streets whichever way you turn\nWhat with traffic and the crowdedness and smoke what's in the air\nFor a taste of country life I often yearn\nSo in the summer mornings from my domicile I roll\nThe moment that the sun shines on the pane\nAnd although it's only make believe, I has a quiet stroll\nJust a little country walk down Drury Lane.\n\nOh, I loves to take a ramble down my London country lane\nAnd ev'ry time I has the chance I'm going there again\nThough there ain't no ploughs and harrows\nAnd the larks is mainly sparrers\nStill it's painted up and sez so - it's a real live lane.<\/em>\n\nOh, I hate the roads and pavements, though I am a cockney chap\nAnd I'm tired of the very name of 'street'\nIf at any time I cocks my eye upon a London map\nI can feel the corns a growing on my feet\nBut I'm fresh as any farmer when in Drury Lane I walk\nAnd the piggies, sheeps and rabbits I can see\nThough the pretty baas are hanging in the butcher's with the pork\nAnd the bunnies are as Ostend as can be.\n\nOh, I loves to take a ramble down my London country lane\nWhere the nippers chuck things at you, and it isn't golden grain\nThough the scarlet beans and marrows\nDoesn't grow they're all on barrows\nStill it's painted up and sez so - it's a real live lane.<\/em>\n\nWhen the London streets are baking, and they're ain't a bit of breeze\nYou'll find the lane is quite a shady bower\nYou can see the corn a-standing in the fields beneath the trees\nOn the bags in which the baker sells his flower\nYou can hear the village natives using Middlesexy words\nTo the wagoner what drives the brewer's dray\nAnd you're almost sure to drop upon a lot of 'downy' birds\nThough you very seldom comes across a jay.\n\nOh, I loves to take a ramble down my London country lane\nWhere I meet the rustic maiden and I sing 'My pretty Jane'\nThough I never twigs the squire\nNor observe the village spire\nStill it's painted up and sez so - it's a real live lane.<\/em><\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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A turn of the century song remembered at Charles Keeping’s family sing-songs in the 1930s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was originally made famous by Alec Hurley –  one of a number of cockney songs written by  Edgar Bateman<\/a>, this one with music composed by Albert Perry.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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