© 1961 & 1964 Heathside Music Limited
Mixolydian mode on D -- nostalgically
Chorus:
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool Town where I was born.
There ain't no trees, no scented breeze, no fields of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black-and-
tan flows free,
With six in a bed by the old pierhead and it's Liverpool Town for me.
It's ten long years since I wandered away to sail the wide world o'er,
Me very first trip on an old steamship that was bound for Baltimore.
I was seven days sick and I could not stick that bobbing up and down,
So I told them, Jack, to turn right back to dear old Liverpool Town.
I built the Mersey Tunnel, lads, way back in thirty-three,
Dug a hole in the ground until we found a hole called Wallasey.
The foremen cried: Come on outside, the roof is falling down!
And I'm telling yiz, Jack, we all swam back to all Liverpool Town.
There's every race and colour of face and every kind of name,
But the pigeons on the Pierhead, they treat youse all the same.
And if you walk up Upper Parliament Street, there's people
black and brown,
And I've also seen them Orange and Green in dear ould Liverpool Town.
Me judy's down in London, she's werkin' dur fer me;
But her lousy beat on Jermyn Street can't keep the kids and me;
I'm told her time and time again, "Now don't you be a fool,
"You'ld have more LUCK with half the FUSS, in dear ould Liverpool Town."
Notes
This soggy mess of neuralgia for the cultural mecca of the world
was long ago taken by the Spinners as a signature tune.
Also recorded by the Dubliners
See Discography
Awarded the SING prize for l960
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