The Boys Of Mutton Street

Richard Thompson · Other Songs - Richard Thompson

Strolling down on Mutton Street

The moon is peeping through

Old wives say, young man, you'd better

Watch your P's and Q's



Life is good on Mutton Street

If you know the why and where

Romping on the bomb sites

There's magic everywhere



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



We came upon those Burley boys

They were shaking like a leaf

We had our stones and dusters

We were armed right to the teeth



We fired a friendly volley

And we only maimed a few

And quick as greasy lightning

They disappeared from view



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



Now, bonfire night it was a sight

The bonfire, how it blazed

Nearly set the street alight

So they called the fire brigade



The fire brigade got busy

But we cut the hoses clean

And suddenly the Mutton Boys

Were nowhere to be seen



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



Alky on the corner

Shell shocked fusilier

Tip him a little drink, he?ll get you

Cigarettes and beer



Thomas Tapling Senior

Got soda pop and news

Scott and Son?s got toys for boys

But they push their Christian views



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground



we're the boys of Mutton Street

Mutton Street, Mutton Street

We're the boys of Mutton Street

We give no ground

The Boys Of Mutton Street

Richard Thompson's "The Boys Of Mutton Street" stands as a vivid example of his mastery in narrative songwriting and acoustic storytelling. Drawing from his deep well of English folk traditions, the track showcases Thompson's ability to craft intricate character studies within a concise musical framework. The song reflects his signature blend of sharp lyricism and complex guitar work, hallmarks that have defined his extensive solo career following his tenure with Fairport Convention. While the recording captures the intimate atmosphere typical of his later work, it remains firmly rooted in the storytelling ethos that characterizes his broader discography. This piece invites listeners to explore the rich tapestry of his songbook, where historical observation meets personal reflection through a distinctly British lens.