“The buying power of the proletariat’s gone down Money’s getting shallow and weak The place I love best is a sweet memory It’s a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad”
“The grey streets of London are greyer than the stone, The grey streets of London where I must walk my lone, The stony city pavements are hard to tread, alas! My heart and feet are aching for the Irish grass.”
(K. Tynan in The grey streets of London) Charleroi (B)
“Chat, chat, chat, Chat noir, chat blanc, chat gris, Charmant chat couché, Chat, chat, chat N’entends-tu pas les souris Danser à trois les entrechats Sur le plancher?”
(A.J.L. Leclère in Chanson du chat qui dort) Liège (B)
