Come one day to Blackness on Sea,
See Bo’ness Betty by the bar,
Walk along the rocky beach,
And good luck trying to park your car.
With hot, buttered lobster,
And Margaret’s friendly face,
In Blackness on Sea,
I’ve found the best place.
Paintings surround you in the Pot,
On the walls and ceiling above,
And the scran and banter,
Are made and dished out with love.
When you’re fu tae the gunnels roll,
Along to the ship that never sailed,
See the bridges from the castle,
Where the wrong’uns were once jailed.
It’s twinned with St. Tropez they claim,
But I’m not sure, you see,
If I’m given the choice of both,
It’s B on Sea for me!