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Changing Times

I was reared around the Hammer, away before the war
I never knew what curry was, or what knives and forks were for
I never tasted chicken much, we usually just had stew
I always thought that turkeys, were only looked at in the zoo.

Pigs feet were a delicacy, elder, tongue or tripe
Fruit was only bought, when cheap and over ripe
We all wore mutton dummies, in weather, good or bleak
Shoes we wore on Sunday, were put away all week.

These things we all were used to, nothing worn for style
A patch in the back of your trousers, you could see for half a mile
Silver sleeves on jerseys, where you always wiped your nose
If you wore a pair of stockings, there were holes in the heels and toes

Nobody then was spoiled, a penny meant a lot
Birthdays, just came and went, most of them forgot
鈥淎lways keep the rent book clear鈥�, mother always said
鈥淓ven if we don鈥檛 have much, we have a roof above our head.鈥�

Now we鈥檝e got a wee bit more, and eating chicken legs
Most have central heating, and burning silver eggs
But yet we鈥檙e not contented, the truth is awful sad
The world is full of selfishness, and people are money mad.

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