Birmingham Lads
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This day for our new navigation We banish all cares and vexation; The sight of the barges each honest hearts glads And the merriest of mortals are Birmingham lads. Birmingham lads, jovial blades, And the merriest of mortals are Birminhgam lads. With pride every heart must be glowing Stamps, presses and lathes shall be going; The lads to the wharf with their lasses repair And smile at the streamers that play in the air Play in the air, free and fair, And smile at the streamers that play in the air. Let Stratford sons boast out of measure The fruits of their mulberry treasure; Such treasure for once may cause Jubilee joys But riches spring daily from Birmingham toys Birmingham toys, all men praise, But riches spring daily from Birmingham toys The Thames, Severn, Trent and the Avon, Our countrymen frequently rave on; But none of their neighbours are happier than they Who peaceably dwell on the banks of the Rea, Banks of the Rea, ever gay, Who peaceably dwell on the banks of the Rea. Not Europe can match us for traffic, America, Asia and Afric; Of what we invent each partakes of a share, For the best of wrought metals is Birmingham ware Birmingham ware, none so rare For the best of wrought metals is Birmingham ware. Since by the canal navigation, Of coals we've the best in the nation; Around the gay circle your bumpers then put, For the cut of all cuts is a Birmingham cut, Birmingham cut, fairly wrought, For the cut of all cuts is a Birmingham cut. |
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