notabler (notabler) wrote,

Тоска о прекрасном прошлом в Британии

 Не знаю, чьи стихи, публикую тут, чтобы было, для себя самой, чтобы лучше понять. Bob  - шиллинг,  Tanner  - сикспенс.

Revisiting the past …

Back in the days of tanners and bobs,

When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.

When almost all children wore hand me down shoes,

And T.V. had two channels, either to choose.

Back in the days of three penny bits,

When schools employed nurses to search for your nits.

When snowballs were harmless, ice slides permitted

And all of your jumpers were warm and hand-knitted.

Back in the days of hot ginger beers,

When children remained so for more than six years.

When children respected what older folks said,

And pot was a thing you kept under your bed.

Back in the days of Listen with Mother,

When neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.

When cars were so few you could play in the street,

Doctors made house calls and police walked the beat.

Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,

When butter was butter and songs all had tunes.

It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea,

And you looked forward to a day by the sea.

Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green,

Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.

When children could wear free NHS glasses,

And teachers stood at the front of their classes.

Back in the days of rocking and reeling,

When mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.

When woodwork and cookery got taught in schools,

And everyone dreamed of a win on the pools.

Back in the days when I was a lad,

I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.

Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob.

Back in the days of tanners and bobs!

"Rule, Britannia! Two tanners make a bob,

Three makes one and six and four two bob".

Tags: Англия, размышления

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