Oh, dear, teach- Just for you (1st draft)

By the smoky Mersey Dockland, lookin' cross-eyed at the sea,
Tere's a limey chit a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the lime trees, and St. Mary's bells thay say:
"Come you back, you Gurkha soldier, come you back to Liverpool!"
Come you back to Liverpool
Where the old flotiller lay
Can't you 'ear the cranes a hummin' from Wapping to Bath Street?
On the road to Liverpool,
Where the rummies set and drool,
And the clouds come rollin' in from Thule far away!


Her drawers were dingy gray, and 'er little arse was lean,
An' 'er name was Elizabeth, jes' the same as Blighty's queen,
And I seed her first a-puffin' on a Players Navy Cut,
An' a-wastin Hindu kisses on a Christian idol's foot:
Bloomin' marble idol
Wot they called Jesus Christ
Dash all she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she....
On the road to Liverpool....