Another song by the kids of Summer Lane marching behind the dustcart.
'The corporation dustcart was full to the brim;
The corporation driver fell in and couldn't swim.
He sank right to the bottom - just like a lump of stone;
You could hear the fishes singin' - ' There an't no place like home.'
They laid him on a stretcher, they laid him on a bed;
The rubbed his belly with a lump of jelly and this is what he said;
Down in Summer Lane - there are some dirty wimmin'
If you want to goowith 'em you' ave to pay a shillin'.
Soldiers'alf a crown, sailors ' alf a guinea;
Big fat men, two poun' ten, little kids a penny!'
Then with a cheering shout of 'hooray' they scattered.

Posted by townie on March 06, 2014 here: https://www.birminghamforum.co.uk/index.php?topic=11235.0