By Bob Smith.
| I weel remember sunny days Doon at aiberdeen beach Fowk they were aa ower the place As far as yer een cwid reach . There wis faithers in their bunnets Wi’ troosers rolled up ti their knees Mithers oot in their sunday best Grunnies wrappit up agin the breeze . I myn the punch an judy shows The sally army choir and band Young fowk waakin airm in airm As tho’ they war on the strand . Bairns lickin their ice cream Or drinkin some lemonade Bocht fae the inversnecky cafe Or the washington on the esplanade . The inversnecky or the washington War nae the only twa faar you cwid buy ither things Like candy floss or a rubber ba . If ye cwid fin a space Ti sit doon on a rug Oot wid come a picnic Fae yer mither’s leather bug . Kites war flown up in the sky Some wi bonnie paper tails Sometimes een wid be let go Fit brocht on affa wails |
Then doon in past the carnival Ti hae a shottie at hoop-la Or maybe rollin the pennies Wid win ye back een or twa . The dodgem cars i likit fine The waltzers made ma queasy At the various shootin galleries My faither found winnin easy . I enjoyed the helter skelter Faar ye slid doon on yer doup Sometimes ye went aat faist Yer hairt it gied a loup . There wis boxin booths as weel Faar young chiels hid a few goes At tacklin maybe a roon or twa Wi lads fa were aul pros . Usually they nivver lasted lang Bloody noses wis aa they got But if they went the distance A poond or so it wis their lot . At the end o a perfect day Efter rinnin aboot on the sand A pokie o chips wis jist fine Wi a mealie puddin in yer hand . . . ©Bob Smith 9/3/2009 Image Credit: Pete Thomson |
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