Gaun Fishin' Tae Newhaven
"Bright an sunny mornin’s, up early wis
ready aff we go again.
tae Newhaven alang the shore path.
walked in oor bareies, we were happy lads.
We clambered up
the steps frae the shore tae the road,
Aw puffed oot wi'
excitement, a squad o’ Granton toads
Newhaven set in
oor sites, we’d scoot alang the street
Intae the market
tae hunt fer tasty treats.
We’d put them on
the hooks, and throw them in the sea,
try and catch a mackerel - great fun had we.
When bait ran doon
aff we’d go, roond tae the box cleaners
Jist tae say
The box cleaners
were really guid, wi'd
stop tae hae a fag.
So we could delve
intae the cleanin’ tubs tae fill oor bait bags.
Settlin’ doon tae
fish again wi’ some fresh bait.
Oot went the lines,
very true and straight.
The catch wid vary
quite a bit, but the fun wis really great
Wi a mackerel
wrigglin’ on yer line,
ha'en taken a tasty bait
Guid fun it wis,
meetin’ ither laddies,
Tellin' fishy stories o’ fishing trips
Some came frae
sunny Leith and far away Lochend
Tae fish fer
silver mackerel, such happy days we’d spend
Aw they things are
great fer laddies growing up,
at Newhaven, that great wee fishin’ hub."
Dave tells me that he ends all his poems
with DF 377. (This was part of his army number.)