I can’t believe it that I’m having to fight,
For something that belongs to me by right.
We just don’t rent or set up any where ,
We aren’t gypsys we’re showman from the fair!
We work long hours come rain, blow or snow,
We don’t get much time off either you know.
But that don’t matter Cos it’s our way of life,
We’re used to having a little trouble and strife,
We can take the ups with the down,
Especially with the help from our little town.
The community’s support is overwhelming to us,
We only wanna be left alone without a fuss.
But the council are intent on taking my home from me,
Well I can tell you it’ll be over my dead body!
A showman’s life isn’t an easy one ya see,
Fighting the council will be soo easy,
Cos we’re all made of truly strong stuff,
And stick together when the going gets tough.
So Mr Curran a walk in the park this won’t be,
I’ll make it as hard as I can for you so happily.
For 4 generations showman have lived on this land,
And worked hard for what’s there’s with their own bare hand.
And you think you can just come and take our home?
And stick others in high rise flats that don’t even roam?
What about our heritage and also our Human right?
This isn’t gonna be easy, we’re gonna put up a good fight,
So now is the time to prove you are a good councillor man,
And get the showman removed from The Feltham Masterplan.
You can read more about the case that inspired this poem here