sorry but this is a quick hijack, but is still related to the main thread.
When I was a kid me mam used to listen to this folk programme on the radio on a Sunday morning. I think it was on Radio Merseyside and was presented by a gruff sounding fella who's name I cant remember - 'Jake' something I think it was. Anyway he used to have this theme tune sung by a folk group, I cant recall the title of the track or who it was by but would love to find out!
I know this is a long shot but can anyone recall what it was?
The first line went summat like 'There's dew on the cobbles in the early mornin' thats my Liverpool'
And the last line went summat like ' ...the Northwest gate to Merseyside!'. but thats all I can recall.
Cheers 
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I found this one!
Here it is:
"My Liverpool" by Dr Brian Jacques, D.Let. H.C.
The drizzle on the cobbles in the early mornin', that's my Liverpool.
With a half eaten butty an' yer lace undone, y'gonna be late for school.
There's a ship with a cargo of containers coming in through the locks
an' a bus with a cargo of hangovers headin' down to the docks.
My Liverpool's a town of dogs an' kids all kickin' up in the street
Won't you give that dog a bone, Ma. Give that kid a sweet
an' the people know how to treat a stranger See that open door...........
If YOU've never had a plate of my Ma's scouse, then YOU've never lived before
It's roarin' bustlin' open wide
the northwest gate to Merseyside.
My Liverpool's a town of two religions they've both got floodlights
a hundred smells, a million faces an' a thousand different sights.
why, I knew the house where the beatles lived 'til they called in the pest control
there's a ferry that goes across the Mersey where they learned to rock an' roll
In the Kirkdale Market Saturday mornin' you can get most anything
from a new bedstead to a pound of salt-fish or a green-gold weddin' ring
There's a feller made of brass, with a big bare (elbow) where the girls all stand an wait
Have a Chinese Indian Italian meal in good ................ould Liverpool Eight.
It's roarin' bustlin' open wide the northwest gate to Merseyside.
My Liverpool's a town where the cats never sleep, they sing the whole night long
an' the sparrows cough on the window-sill in lieu of a mornin' song
an' the buskers in the subway sound as good as the fellers on teevee
an' I'm not bad when I've had a few pints you wanna have a listen to me.
Hear the sound of a tugboat on the river has a music of its own
the Goodison choir an' the Anfield army who never walk alone
then the sun comes out an' the Liver Bird stands up to stretch his wings
an' the music starts in a million hearts and that's ............ when Liverpool sings
It's roarin' bustlin' open wide the northwest gate to Merseyside.
