Another great poetry reading by the late great Brian Jacques, author of the Redwall series, and host of Jakestown on BBC Radio Merseyside. Here Jacques waxes lyrically and nostalgically on the old “do’s” (street parties) from back in the day in Liverpool. Makes you want to break out a few Guinness and some Sinatra. Take a listen and have a read:
The Do by Brian Jacques
When houses were houses
And streets were streets.
The cobbles, and dogs, and kids,
And washing lines piled up with jammers and sheets,
And cats looked in bins or out beds.
Remember the do’s on a Saturday night.
And the alehouses closed at ten.
Jars out the window, and a bob for the light.
Of course, families were closer then.
You could hear the lads crossing over the road:
“Hey Billie, will ya carry that crate?”
Stout Brown and Mild
Sharing the load.
“Which house is the do in, mate?”
“Which house is the do in? Are you off your head?
The one with the door opened wide!
You know Tony’s sister? Well it’s her Uncle Fred’s.
Pick that ale up and get inside!”
The back kitchen set up like the Iron Lung Bar.
There’s butties, and ribs, and shanks.
“Come in, son, and take us as we are.
“I’ll have some ribs and a Guinness, thanks.”
In the front parlor, the Joanna’s playing loud.
There’s snogging on the stairs up the lobby,
And the woman next door’s shouting
“Hey you crowd, stop that now or I’ll call the bobby!”
“Come in, girl, you’re one of ours!
Two to each side and no spittin’!
The bobby’s been here the last two hours,
He’s helpin’ me gran with the knittin’!”
Big Paddy’s singin’ the Rosa of Tralee,
Mrs. Jones murders Ave Maria.
Mr. Brady plays the banjo he brought home from sea.
I think the whole street is here.
“Heart of my Heart” and “Barefoot Days”
“There’s no work in the mornin’, ya know!”
“I’ll be Loving You Always”
“Allo, Queen, how’s your Joe?”
“Hey ya, gerroff, will ya have a dance?”
“It’s as good as the Grafton in here!”
“Someone spilt ale on ‘Arry’s best pants.”
“Better get him another beer!”
“You’re Cheatin’ Heart Will Tell On You.”
Are you watching the telly tonight?
Or would you sooner be at a do
The ole do’s.
Hey, they were all right.