Buckhaven for a Holiday (original poem: John Murray - adapted Paul O達rien)

I知 not a merchant, I知 just a common working man,

And motor cars are scarcely in my line;

But I like to spend a holiday and do it on the grand,

And yet protect my dollars and my dimes,

And yet protect my dollars and my dimes.

 

I remember well in years now past, when holidays drew nigh,

And the July sun o弾r head did brightly shine,

How my face would grow quite serious and a tear would dim my eye,

As I counted up my dollars and my dimes,

As I counted up my dollars and my dimes.

 

For the railway fares were heavy and the landladies were hard,

They would flay, fleece, or skin you every time,

And a year ago it seemed to me my holidays were barred,

When I壇 counted up my dollars and my dimes,

When I壇 counted up my dollars and my dimes.

 

But strange it is, and I submit it痴 far beyond our ken,

Why Fortune seems to favour us at times,

I landed in Buckhaven and discovered there and then,

Sufficient were my dollars and my dimes,

Sufficient were my dollars and my dimes.

 

The food is cheap and plentiful, the air is something grand,

You can golf, of fish, or dig the sand at times,

In the evening you can go and hear a concert or the band,

And yet protect your dollars and your dimes,

And yet protect your dollars and your dimes.

 

Now, if you want a holiday, and one that you値l enjoy,

While the summer sun o弾r head does brightly shine,

Then meet me in Buckhaven on the 18th of July

And we値l banish care and sorrow for a time,

And we値l banish care and sorrow for a time.

 

I知 not a merchant, I知 just a common working man,

And motor cars are scarcely in my line;

But I like to spend a holiday and do it on the grand,

And yet protect my dollars and my dimes,

And yet protect my dollars and my dimes.