Lonnie Donegan Stood Poem by David Clinch

When just a boy of six years old
I landed on these shores,
Sailed across from Dublin town,
One-way ticket with my big brother John

Down to London on the mail train
To be repeated again and again.
Into the arms of our Dad and Mum,
Back at home with my big brother John

Then the skiffle sound hit our ears
Played so loud and with no fear.
The Grand Coulee Dam and Lonnie Donegan
And I was listening with my big brother John

There he was at the Fleadh
Singing proud with Van the Man.
Skiffle ruled these sweet songs
And I was singing with my big brother John

Standing by the ‘Landmark' door
In sheepskin coat, he knew the score.
Heard a whisper, and he was gone,
The great skiffle king, Lonnie Donegan

When just a boy of six years old
From Ireland I had come.
Heard all these skiffle songs
And I was listening with my big brother John

Yep, I was listening with my big brother John
And now he's gone, like Lonnie Donegan.