A Letter (original poem: John Murray - adapted Paul O’Brien)

 

We are leaving here on Friday,

With a very early train,

We are bound to reach Buckhaven

Be it sunshine, be it rain:

For we want to stand upon the beach

And sniff the north sea breeze,

And we want to see your trim-built boats

That face the angry seas.

 

We are honest, fairly honest,

If there’s nothing we can steal,

We have never tried to lift a fish

Out of a fishwife’s creel

 

You will easily recognise us

When you see us coming down,

We’re a rag-tag-jumble looking lot

as ever left a town:

But appearance counts for nothing,

And you’ll find that we’re all right,

You will form your own opinions

Before we’re there two nights.

 

We are honest, fairly honest,

If there’s nothing we can steal,

We have never tried to lift a fish

Out of a fishwife’s creel

 

Thank you, keep the kettle boiling;

You anticipate I see,

That the first thing we will want to have

Will be a cup of tea;

May your kitchen fire ne’er burn low,

Your kettle ne’er run dry-

As we hope to meet on Friday first,

Just now I’ll say good-bye.

 

We are honest, fairly honest,

If there’s nothing we can steal,

We have never tried to lift a fish

Out of a fishwife’s creel