Clip clop, wish it would stop
One eye opens for the clock
Gosh that sound does make me ill
In the winter it’s far worse still
We know they’re heading for Howarth’s Mill

Clip clopping like a horse
But the old clogs sounded worse
In the morning we did hate them
But at night we waited for them
Cos it meant our folks were back
Better put on more nutty slack

One more day at the Mill, did end
Now kids could play with their friends
Just half an hour, then in for tea
Great! My friends could play with me

The sound I needed was not the same
A kind of sound that’s hard to name
The best I can say is ‘tippity tap’
Dad’s old army boots, sounded a bit like that

He had a pair with studs on the bottom
In ice and snow he was glad he got’em
But on the flags they made such a din
Had to take them off, before he came in

Those from the rubber works were not so bad
Stolen rubber on the bottom some had
It made those boots sound nice and quiet
Why the heck didn’t the rest just buy it

Those are the sounds our ears did greet
When often we were trying to sleep
Those Salford folk walking down the street
Smiling at the folks they meet
In summer creating such sweaty feet
Did those boots or clogs upon their feet.

Ken Phoenix