POEM TITLE The Blackness Potter
POEM The Blackness Potter (circa 1789)
Sung to the tune ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky,’ with audience participation and
communal snapping of leather breek belts as appropriate.
He walked intae the Lobster Pot
ae cauld an rainy night
his hanns a cut an hackit
he looked an affa sight
his breeks wis hingin doon his erse
his face wis full o plooks
the barman asked him, wha he wis
wis he a Bo’ness woose?
Response from the Potter: Nawwww
I’ve been ahint the castle wa
Wi Millie o the Mill
Ye ken yon bonny servant lass,
Frae jist up yonner hill
And noo we’re here tae doon twa jugs
O the Lobster Pot’s best ale
We’re affa het and bothered
An sweatin, aff the scale
Chorus
Yippie-yi-ay, Yipie-Oooooo
The lobster potter frae Blackness
The barman looked around the bar
Tae see jist wha was listening
An then he said, ‘get oot o here!’
Yer clarty claithes are glistening
Awa back tae the Hoose o Binns
Or I’ll shout an oath
Or itherwise I’ll scruff yer neck
And throw ye in the Forth
At this, the clart, he lowped the bar
And scattered aa the halfs
When jist at that, a Boness lad
Screemed common noo whits the chaff’
An then, a fecht eruted
Frae Blackness tae Queensferry
Wi the cast frae Outlander
And pirates, brown's a berry
But that was mony years ago
The Pot’s quite different noo
Wi Fricassee and Landlord ale
And fillets frae the coo
Fun and laughter at the bar
Where once the potter lowped
And a welcome from the bar staff
Who’ll watch ye dinna cowp
Chorus
Yippie yi aye, Yippie yi-Oooooo
The potter frae Blackness
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