Savin Hill - Street Dogs

Savin Hill my starting point

Down the beach with a few beers

Didn’t know what life had in for us

Starting out at St. Margarets

Up there on that lonely hill

I got my start in 1970

Moved on down to Motley school

Down to St. Willies from there

The catholic golden rule got hooks in me

Sister Robad, Ms. Coughlin, the teachers and their authority

I put my fists up to them at every turn

Savin Hill it was my start

Beginning of a lifetime

I still remember those days clearly

Cannot forget my roots

Or when it really started

Savin Hill down by the beach

Grades on to eight were nuts

Hi-jinx, stunts and pranks pulled out

Me and my cousin Bill, the terrible two

Danny, Joey, Robby, John, Saxon and Victoria

Many a long neck bottle cracked down there

Savin Hill it was my start

From the courts back to the park

The weekend time seemed so damn free

If you had my back, I took yours

Our obligatory creed

Savin Hill down by the beach

Do you remember the tennis courts?

The bungalow or Harpo’s bench

Do you remember jumping that bridge?

The risks we took and our chances?

GO!

The later years brought on alcohol nights

Coupled with petty arguments and barroom fights

We never broke apart and we stood our ground

If a cohort was lost he was found

If things got hot, Dorchester stayed cool

No other townies came toward us fools

Savin Hill down by the beach

It’s these memories I’ll go preach

Savin Hill is where it all began