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A song written as a challenge from a former resident of King's Gardens in Dingle.
lyrics
I was born in the Kingy, that was my home ground
Walking down the stone steps, echoes all around
Leaning over the balcony, shouting at the people below
“Are you comin’ out to play?” – “I’ll ask me mam, I don’t know.”
We all lived in the Kingy, We all played in the streets together
Real life in the Kingy
How I wish I could return, days when we had time to burn, all we ever had to learn
Was how to get along
They said King’s Gardens wasn’t what was needed anymore
Cold and damp in the tenements, stacked up, floor on floor
We can do much better, knock it down and start again
But there was life in the Kingy, it will never, ever, be the same
We all lived in the Kingy, We all played in the streets together
Real life in the Kingy
How I wish I could return, days when we had time to burn, all we ever had to learn
Was how to get along
There was Joseph Devaney, and Margaret Devaney, and Bernard McMahon and Margaret McMahon
There was Thomas McGowan, Elizabeth MacGowan, and Mary McConville and Jobo McConville
And William Kelly and Elizabeth Fearon, and Betty Grimes and Gerard Dyson
Albert Nickson and Robert Dyson and Annie Williams and Sheila Cole
There was hundreds more and they’ll never grow old in my mind
And the Dick Jennings pub, Park Road shops for your grub
And the Welsh streets leading to the docks
Princes Park for an adventure, the place your mother sent ye
With a sarnie and a bottle of pop
Saying’ “Make sure you get back for your tea
Or your Dad’ll have you over his knee
We’re having scouse, and we’re warming up the house” – what a place to be!”
Days when we were free!
Oh, we all lived in the Kingy, We all played in the streets together
Real life in the Kingy
How I wish I could return , days when we had time to burn, all we ever had to learn
Was how to get along.
Pete Wildman © 2023
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released October 29, 2023
Pete Wildman composer, all instruments and voices
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