Tak a trip oot bye Cove
It’s aneuch ti mak ye greet
Nae langer a quiet wee hamlet
Wi sma hoosies alang Main Street
Fit hiv they deen ti the village
Hooses thrown up here an there
The auld pairt still his tranquility
The rest is hard ti bear
Hae a waak up past the skweel
An ye’ll see fit I div mean
Aa the paths aroon Whitehills
Are nae langer ti be seen
The lang street fit’s Loirston Road
Wi it’s affshoot the “Hennie Raw”
Fit are bonnie bricht an braw
Gyang wakkin doon the Main Street
Past the weel kent Cove Bay Hotel
The closer ye cam ti the shore
The air his aat tangy smell
Kids used ti be able ti sledge
Doon the brae an ower the brig
If they wir ti try iss nooadays
Some graves they wid hae ti dig
A bonnie freenly place wis Cove
Far ye eence stoppit for a blether
Wi muckle hoosin developments and sic
Fowk noo at the eyn o their tether
Thoosans o hooses aa roon aboot
Nae thocht for life’s quality
Fit aul “Covers” wid hae seen
Div the kids still play at the shore?
Div they waak on the parapets?
Div they swing on pulley ropes still?
Faar the fisher fowk hung their nets
Harry Gordon he sang iss song
“Tak me back ti Cove”
If Harry wis here nooadays
He’d say na na by jove
Developers an planners are let loose
On villages fae Don ti the Tay
Can we stop iss mass invasion
O ither villages like Cove Bay
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2010