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    Murkle Bay by anon
    (With apologies to Galway Bay, Thurso Bay and Sinclair Bay .)
    c.1951


    If you ever want a necklace for your girlfriend
    And you cant afford the prices of today
    Sure, it needn’t cost a groat nor yet a buckie
    You’ll find it ready made in Murkle Bay.


    They may sing of golden strands at Keiss or Galway
    And the witching beams that down the dying day
    But there’s naught outshines the string o’ sil’vry selags
    That crowns the evening’s sport in Murkle Bay.


    Ah! ‘tis there one finds the native charm of Caithness !
    See her shapely limbs go linking up the brae,
    As she shoos the homeward train of dappled ducklings
    From when they fill such eggs in Murkle Bay.


    Though the barren crags of Dunnet frown and fright us
    And the storm clouds dwell on Orkney ‘cross the way
    We need never lack the promised ray to cheer us
    There’s aye a glint o’ green in Murkle Bay.


    ( For although we’ll sell no more Pittodrie Uprights
    And our bonnie bulls are all but ‘given away’
    Sure the Caithness tup and you’ve well see their boots off
    And keep the ‘Golden Fleece’ in Murkle Bay.)


    Then arise ! ye Caithness bards and sing your best song
    Proclaim the golden glories of your day
    For instead of fleeting moonshine over Claddach
    There’s subsidies an’ fish in Murkle Bay.

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    Quote Originally Posted by trinkie View Post
    Murkle Bay by anon
    (With apologies to Galway Bay, Thurso Bay and Sinclair Bay .)
    c.1951

    They may sing of golden strands at Keiss or Galway
    And the witching beams that down the dying day
    But there’s naught outshines the string o’ sil’vry selags
    That crowns the evening’s sport in Murkle Bay.

    At least there was one other person on the planet, other than me, who loved fishin' fer selags.

    Relax - I'm not going to try poetry.

    Thanks for this trinkie.

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    Another time
    Do try a rhyme
    to brighten up our day?
    Just a word
    of something you heard
    'Boot bonnie Murkle Bay.......


    hehe Thank you David Banks

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