ON THE BEACH AT PORTOBELLO
ON THE BEACH AT PORTOBELLO
by
Matt McGinn
On the beach at Portobello
Maggie fell in with a fellow
His hair was black and his teeth were yellow
Down by the Portobello pier
He was bowly, he was hen-toed
Singing, 'Come back to Sorrento'
Made her feel quite sentimento
Down by the Portobello pier
His shoes wiz worn down to the upper
But he bought her a big pie supper
She thought he was trying to get…….acquainted
Down by the Portobello pier
Says he to her upon an impulse
‘Tell me, how do you like my dimples?’
She says, ‘I couldnae right see them for your pimples’
Down by the Portobello pier
He got fresh wi’ Maggie Gemmell
She says, ‘Here you, whit’s your gemmo?’
He says, ‘Wait and I’ll gie ye a demo’
Down by the Portobello pier
They both lay upon a sand dune
He breenged at her wi’ reckless abandune
She says, ‘Here, you, get your hand doon’
Down by the Portobello pier
On the beach at Portobello
Maggie fell in with a fellow
His hair was black and his teeth were yellow
Down by the Portobello pier
It's a day shall I remembra
Though it was ten year last Novembra
Since she took that train to Embra
And a bus to the Portobello pier
He told her his name was Larry
Asked her if she'd like to marry
She says, ‘Yes, Tom, Dick and Harry’
Down by the Portobello pier