davidfowler
Exiled Brummie
Really not sure where to post this. (Jim, feel free to move it.)I was browsing, as you do, and came across this on Carl Chinn's site
CHURCHES, FACTORIES AND TINKLING TILLS.
By SUE FREEMAN
Recalling the men and women who made the city the city,
A legend in its life.
Who tell the story for all to hear
And bang the drums and blow the fife.
How clever men of spirit and flesh,
Brought new important skills
And traders came to sell their wares
Money tinkled in the tills.
Yes our city was transformed
Leading men of wit and wile
To see the people of Brummagem
Could learn to live in style
Attwood calling for a vote for all
Chamberlain the physical necessities
Boulton with his engines of speed
Dawson preaching kindly pities
To make this the best of cities.
Baskerville and Lloyd
Lewis’s and Greys.
Gone but not forgotten
The memory of them stays
Louisa Ryland parks for the masses
Where they can exercise their chassis.
CHURCHES, FACTORIES AND TINKLING TILLS.
By SUE FREEMAN
Recalling the men and women who made the city the city,
A legend in its life.
Who tell the story for all to hear
And bang the drums and blow the fife.
How clever men of spirit and flesh,
Brought new important skills
And traders came to sell their wares
Money tinkled in the tills.
Yes our city was transformed
Leading men of wit and wile
To see the people of Brummagem
Could learn to live in style
Attwood calling for a vote for all
Chamberlain the physical necessities
Boulton with his engines of speed
Dawson preaching kindly pities
To make this the best of cities.
Baskerville and Lloyd
Lewis’s and Greys.
Gone but not forgotten
The memory of them stays
Louisa Ryland parks for the masses
Where they can exercise their chassis.
