Sitting in a plant pot

I was sitting on a plant pot in my grandads old backyard

He used to be a coal miner, so we had a lover birds

Grandad loved canaries I liked little wrens

We’ had few up in Manchester, we had big mills and rain,

Grandad had no deck chairs that’s why we sat on pots

When we went to Blackpool we had deck chairs by the lot

We went to Southport on the train, the sand was like sick dust

The sea was just a mirage, go there if you must.

The people were all friend they called each other cock

If you go there in the morning I wish you you much good luck

I was sitting in the plant pot hiding from the dog

Grandad called her lassie, she died at 6 oclock

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