Seth Davy

(Composed by Glyn Hughes)

1. He sat at the corner of Bevington Bush

    Astride an old packing case

    And the dolls at the end of his plank went a’dancin’

    As he crooned with a smile on his face.

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   Come day, go day, I wish in me heart for a Sunday

   Drinking butter milk all the week, whiskey on a Sunday

2. His tired old hands drummed the wooden beam

    And the dolls they danced the gear

    A much better show than you’ll ever see

    At the Pivey or new Brighton Pier

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3. In 1902 old Seth Davy died

    And his song, it was heard no more

    His three dancing dolls in a jowler bin ended

    His plank went to mend a back door.

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4. On some stormy nights down Scotty Road way

    When the wind blows up from the sea

    You can still hear the song of old Seth Davy

    As he croons to his dancing dolls three

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