thanks to bren for sending me the link to john douglas and his poem on the snot nosed kids and ruffians of summer lane,[i think my old dad jack lewin and his mates would have smiled at that] a little aecdote:: a few years ago my wife and i had a hotel in devon, this couple rings the reception bell and speaking very posh asked for a room for one night.
in asking the guy dropped an aitch,?? i picked up the nuance and said, and where do yow come from then,?? the couple relaxed immediatley, ended up stopping three nights, came from somewhere of summer lane:: in the bar at night he sang some of the summer lane songs and ditty.s, including one i had never heard called the cockeral song,?? fair to say our guests,[many of whom had stopped with us before,] had a great time, i was dead proud of the guy and the good impression he made all round.
i might add, many of the hardcases and villains of that period have had kids who are now doing very well indeed, far removed from the low life and druggies around today, it was a different era, just look at the politicions around today, thanks in advance to anymore songs and dittys, i,m still after that summer lane song.