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“The Gourdon Fishermen” Gourdon School/D.Ramsay 67
Alex Craig
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A clinker boat called the” Rapid”, Pretty well done – that’s true But many a stormy day she had Before her day was through.
Her Skipper was Jim Middleton, A tough old man, I’ll say. He never blinked an eyelash, Although often covered with spray.
He worked right hard – all day long: He worked just like a slave And many a stormy day he spent; Many a South-West wind did brave
But good, old Jim is now retired And round the town doth stroll. He sits beside the fire at night And smokes up Bogie Roll.
“Put out that pipe!” old Liz doth cry. “The reek hath such a smell. It nips my eyes; it nips my throat; It nips my nose as well.”
But Jim just puffs away and says, “Aye min – you’re just a blether” But still he takes her by the hand Because she’s still the flower o’ the heather.
Alex Craig
A fellow called the Negie, Bold, blyth and gay, Thought he’d try the fishing, So at the Mill he wouldn’t stay.
Now this young lad did leave the Mill And started off to sea As engineer on board a boat Called “The Craigielea”
But alas, alas! He wrongly chose And often he would say, “’Tis sorry I am I left the Mill. I’ll be sorry to my dying day!”
