Peaceful Street
Performer(s): Ernest Butcher



If your nerves are getting frazzled and you want a nice retreat
You should take a house and come a-living down in Peaceful Street
It runs down from the boiler works to the timber sawing mills
And they're digging up the roadway
Yes they're digging up the road between with automatic drills

There's milk in the morning, cats in the night
"Old Moore's Almanac!" and "Fruit all ripe!"
There's singers who sing in horrible tones
And the party who come collecting rags and bones
There's a Scot with his bagpipe and a cop with his feet
Keeping law and order down in Peaceful Street

When the shades of night are falling and you start to nod your head
All the world is wrapped in slumber as you snuggle down in bed
In nearby railway sidings you can hear the engines roar
And a gramophone starts playing
Yes they're playing "Rule Brittania" on the gramophone next door!

The clocks in the steeple strike through the night
Cocks star a-crowing and the dogs all fight!
There are taxis that hoot their horrible din
And the wind blows the lid off someone's old ash bin!
And at daybreak the factory whistles make life complete
As you just start slumbering down Peaceful Street

But when the week is over, comes the peaceful Sabbath day
Till someone starts to build a henhouse just across the way!
A motorbike declibes to start upon its Sunday spin
And the leather-throated newsboys
The leather-throated newsboys add their music to the din!

Boy Scouts in battalions, tramping about
Blowing their bugles till their eyes drop out!
A corp of Girl Guides, in order arrayed
And the special constabulary on parade!
The the Salvation Army, to show they're not beat
Bust their drum each Sunday down on Peaceful Street

It's a peaceful spot to live in, is Peaceful Street!