Memories of the Royal and Ancient City of Hull By Maurice Fairfield

Now if you are an Ull Kid Or if you used to be one No matter where you wander Or how long you're gone Then from your deepest psyche Memories you'll cull Of Hull

I've been to distant places Walked in foreign lands Where skies were blue and breezes warm I've trodden golden sands. But always I remembered The muddy Humber brown And wished to tread again The rainy streets of my home town.

'Cause life is never dull If you're living in Hull The happiest place in the world My cup of joy is full And I give you no bull You'll see me marching proudly with my banner unfurled Cause I love Hull

I've seen the lights of San Francisco Over the bay The Taj Mahal by moonlight is lovely they say But Wilberforce's column simply blows me away. And it's in Hull. The million lights of Broadway Are amazingly bright In France the Eiffel tower is a wonderful sight But I'll take Hessle Road on a Saturday night. The heart of Hull.

I haven't got the time to list the places I love The Humber Bridge and Rayner's Pub And heavens above, The queen of watering places as she frowns at her square The East Park boating lake, the Splash Boat None can compare And then the crowning glory I'm talking Hull Fair Where else but Hull?

Not all of them are still around Like Hull Brewery Beer Arundel Street The Tivoli and others I fear But we've still got Queens Gardens, Hammonds and The Pier - All part of Hull Down High Street there's museums The Deep and what's more Cilla's ThisisUll.com Moves Hull to the fore Good old Hull

Now when I hang my clogs up After fixing peoples' bogs up For nearly half a lifetime or thereabouts Then like a homing gull, My soul will fly to Hull And it'll be my final happy whereabouts Now I'm running short of rhymes so I'll quietly mull On all the things I recall that typify Hull She's never been a lady She's a battered old trull But she's Hull.

Copyright ©2005  Maurice Fairfield

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