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