A'Liver Bird - Poem by Keith Johnson
For Cilla Black [1943 - 2015]
Why yes we all knew Cilla -
Why did we love her so?
No Judy held a candle up to her!
And Mister, if you've missed
Darlin' Cilla off your list,
You're not half the man I thought you were!
Now fate has taken her away,
On a bitter Baltic day
How can Liverpool be what it was before?
She’s gone an wrecked me head in
With a lorra laffs and kiddin
But she'll never walk down Scottie Road no more!
So serve up half of bitter
But never bitter be,
It only gives you wrinkles on your brow!
She has been, as they say,
Quite a belter in her day,
Though we’re devoed in our bevies now!
Oh, I’m gutted, down and grey
That fate has taken her away,
With the pops that most of us adore.
You won’t see hot pants fashion
Or a hint of next week’s washin
And she'll never walk down Scottie Road no more!
Things’ll never be the same as they once were
All the sconners and the fellas loved her -
She lived and kept the golden rule.
And so my darlin scouser
Now we have to live without yer
Salt tears flow chocker through the Pool.
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