Music

He sat on the corner of Bevington bush
Astride of an old packing case
And the dolls on the end of the plank were dancing
As he sang with a smile on his face


His tired old hands banged the wooden plank
And the dolls they danced the gear
It was a much better show than you ever would see
At The Pivvy or the new Brighton Pier


But then came the day old Seth Davy died
And his song was heard no more
And the three wooden dolls ended up in the bin
And the plank went to mend some back door


But on some stormy nights down the Scotty Road way
When the wind's blowing up from the sea
If I just close my eyes I can hear old Seth
Singing to my brothers and me