Here it is ...


NOTTINGHAM GATES

1. In Wheeler Gate a hand I lent
With a blunt spoke shave to the bench was sent,
E'er one day had passed I could plainly see
This was no place for me.

2. In Barker Gate there leather was tanned
And I hammered sheepskin with me own right hand,
But the burning gorse made such a foul reek
I were out that place in a week.

CHORUS: Unto Wheeler, Barker, Carter, Lister,
Fletcher, Fisher Gates I've strayed,
Been an arrowman, a leatherman, lace I've made
For I am a Nottingham jack of all trades.

3. In Carter Gate made bottles of glass
But there's hardly room for a man to pass,
For carts full of coal roll by all day,
So from there I made me way.

4. To Lister Gate I went after that
Carried yards of cloth to the boiling vat,
With scar and dye me hands turned blue
So I left wi'out more ado.

CHORUS

5. In Fletcher Gate, there arrows were made
And the grey goose feathers all around were laid,
They went up me nose and they made me sneeze,
I were out that place with speed.

6. Our pike and trout from the Trent it came
To Fisher Gate, which had no drain!
I pegged up me nose till I made it sore,
I'll never go there no more.

Chorus

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Tentative attribution from a message below: The song itself is credited to "Hemlock Stone" (a sandstone outcrop in Bramcote). Apparently Hemlock Stone were Richard and Diane Ball, Val Wheeler, and Michael Pidcot.
-Joe Offer-