Down Our Street.
as sung by Rosie Stewart on her CD 'Farewell to Lovely Garrison'
Spring Records (SCD 1041)
Her source for this song, which she describes as
'American Music Hall' was John Lyon from Newmarket on
Fergus.

The only other recording of this that I have was made on a cassette called 'Sweet Liberty'by the Liverpool
group Garva (1993). A group that included Shay Black;
where the song is sung by Terry Coyne.

There have been ructions everywhere,
Down our street.
Would you like to know what the whole world says
Down our street.
All the gang are on the booze,
We're all out on a big caroose (carouse),
There's skin and whiskers flying loose,
Down our street.

Chorus.
Down our street,
There are married men and ladies fair,
Dancing mad in the midnight air,
There are jaw-bones missing everywhere, (And there's several jawbones missing - where?) (from the Garva cassette)
Down our street.

A policeman once he hit Muldoon,
Says Muldoon, We'll have a funeral soon.
They took off their coats to have a round,
And when Muldoon got off the ground,
A policeman's cap was all they found.

The Salvation Army came last night,
They came to teach us wrong from right.
The ladies all began to moan,
The parson spoke in a snuffled tone,
He got hit on the head with a stale ham-bone.

The collector does a lively trade,
All have bought but none have paid,
When he comes to collect his own,
He's dead before he can even moan,
Sure, we're building a graveyard of our own.

The landlord rarely gets his rent,
When he comes the money is spent,
He says he won't come round again,
He'll have the bailiffs in before ten,
There'll be lots of houses to rent by then.