Tubthumper
31-May-07, 20:24
Dunnet Bay
(may be sung to the tune of Galway Bay)
Loose threads of fog hang ghostly o’er the strandline
An oystercatcher screeches overhead
We pick our way between dog-turds like landmines
Walk gingerly past something not long dead
To stroll along the beach reminds us why we live right here
The power of Atlantic, with bold Dunnet Head severe
And though the weather’s grim and there are midges on the wing
We feel our hearts are rising and we feel we’ve got to siiiiing….
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Fishboxes lying on the shore
There are nappies, bottles, dead dogs, tampons
Oil cans, nets, old beds and condoms
Living jellyfish and something like a large hay-bale
Fishing nets galore and what looks like a rotting whale
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay
The rubbish on the beach adds to the piquancy of air
It doesn’t really matter, wear your wellies if you dare
Or clad yourself in wetsuit, with your buttocks clenched in tight
Then run straight in the water, but prepare to get a friiiight….
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Fishboxes lying on the shore
There are nappies, bottles, dead dogs, tampons
Oil cans, nets, old beds and condoms
Living jellyfish and something like a large hay-bale
Fishing nets galore and what looks like a rotting whale
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay
The beach would like the benefit of cleaning if you please
Remove the piles of clag and that odd smell of aged cheese
But look, a gang who’re game to scrub the beach I hear them say
On Friday June the 8th, a beach-clean by staff at Dounreaaaaaay…..
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Clean sand lying on the shore
There are happy birds and seals
And no more rotting old car-wheels
The fishing nets have gone and though the whale is lying still
He’s had a little polish and so now he just looks ill
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay
(may be sung to the tune of Galway Bay)
Loose threads of fog hang ghostly o’er the strandline
An oystercatcher screeches overhead
We pick our way between dog-turds like landmines
Walk gingerly past something not long dead
To stroll along the beach reminds us why we live right here
The power of Atlantic, with bold Dunnet Head severe
And though the weather’s grim and there are midges on the wing
We feel our hearts are rising and we feel we’ve got to siiiiing….
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Fishboxes lying on the shore
There are nappies, bottles, dead dogs, tampons
Oil cans, nets, old beds and condoms
Living jellyfish and something like a large hay-bale
Fishing nets galore and what looks like a rotting whale
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay
The rubbish on the beach adds to the piquancy of air
It doesn’t really matter, wear your wellies if you dare
Or clad yourself in wetsuit, with your buttocks clenched in tight
Then run straight in the water, but prepare to get a friiiight….
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Fishboxes lying on the shore
There are nappies, bottles, dead dogs, tampons
Oil cans, nets, old beds and condoms
Living jellyfish and something like a large hay-bale
Fishing nets galore and what looks like a rotting whale
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay
The beach would like the benefit of cleaning if you please
Remove the piles of clag and that odd smell of aged cheese
But look, a gang who’re game to scrub the beach I hear them say
On Friday June the 8th, a beach-clean by staff at Dounreaaaaaay…..
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
Clean sand lying on the shore
There are happy birds and seals
And no more rotting old car-wheels
The fishing nets have gone and though the whale is lying still
He’s had a little polish and so now he just looks ill
Dunnet Bay, Oh bonny Dunnet Bay
We love to take a walk round Dunnet Bay