To all Cockneys leaving
I'd just like to say
I'll miss you all dearly the
time you're away
I will always remember as
it was before
Rows of old chimneys and old
broken doors
Every door open and no need
for keys
Your name was your token, you
were easy to please.
Differences settled by clearing
the air
Up with your fists was a strange
old affair
Then off to the boozer and give me
your hand
The best in the house, the best in
the land.
Then back to your chimneys and
old broken doors
Sunday at my house and next
week at yours
Remember the era for it was
your day
To all Cockneys leaving, I'd just
like to say
I will miss you all dearly, I'll wait
your return
My door will be open and a coke
fire will burn
To those who are leaving and for
what you have been
Goodbye you Cockneys, you're
the cream of the cream.
Bruce Pope
I hope you enjoy the rest
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