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"Its just a wee toon "
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if this toon could talk , it would tell you some tales
Of romans , tall ships in the harbour
Not forgetting the whales
Wi it's pier and it's castle and braw promenade
The victorians loved it , so did the Bard
The castle lies empty , except for the ghosts
Of past lords , ladies , soldiers and french prisoners of war
And now we visit " BlacKness on sea " and can only imagine what has gone on before
Blackness castle , "The ship that never sailed "
Sits proudly on the river forth
A ship not of wood , but built of fine stone
Lord Crichton who built it , once called it his home
Oliver Cromwell battered it's walls
The sounds of his cannons resound in the halls
It's pointed bow protrudes to the river
The square stern sits on the land
And next to the castle , wains play in the sand
A once thriving port lies quiet and quaint
Except for the pub that sits on the square
Whaur the music and laughter can be heard from afar , The wee lobster pot wi a nice friendly bar
Whaur the tales of Blackness are carried down thru' the years
The stories of great times , and sorrow and fears
Famed for it's seafood straight from the forth ,and all it's fine eats or a nice plate of broth
A historical toon , well worth a visit
To visit the castle or walk on the shore
A drink in the pub , a chat wi the locals
It's not just a wee toon , it's a hundred times more