Hometown

Cor’ help it, Oi love it, my Birmingham town,
They luvvly, them bostin’, black, white and brown;
Allus a curry just around the bend,
A crackin’ humour that wun’t never offend.

In town, the crowds, noise and crush!
Yo wun’t never believe the manic mad rush.
The stores, they’m all heaving, the cafes, the bars,
It’s challenging crossing the road with the cars.

Canals! More than Venice, so Oi’ve bin told,
Though the boats aren’t the same once the rain rusts the gold,
Still – in summer, you might hear an Eyetie in song,
And Brummies, they cor but help sing along.

Parks, museums, a fabulous hall
Where symphony concerts can really enthral,
Yes, we do culture – we’m posh, certain parts,
Though it ‘as to be said lots of blokes prefer darts.

Life’s more than buildings, concrete, glass
More than division of colour and class,
It’s humour, history, catastrophies, art ….
It’s home, I’m a Brummie, it’s part of my heart.

Re: Hometown

Oh that was very good, you dont ever hear of someone praising Birmingham, I lived there in the 40s round the corner of the cricket club in Edgebaston, on the Bristol Road.

Re: Hometown

Loved it and I could understand the dialect perfectly.