East Yorkshire 1950s

Barefoot days, when we were just a couple of kids,
Barefoot days, oh boy, the things we did!
We'd go down to some shady nook,
With a bent pin for a hook
We'd fish all day, fish all night,
But the ruddy old fish refused to bite,

Then off we'd slide to?on? some old cellar door (Get yer booler out)
Slide and slide till our pants we tore,
Then we'd hurry off home, straight up to bed,
While mother got busy with the needle and thread,
Oh boy, what joy,
we had in barefoot days!

I'd always assumed 1920s American swing/ragtime.