![]() He prinks tae pier’s en, an prigs at the sea.ĭaylicht. James jigs oan, lihtent bi Titan’s chawed ee,ĭremes dangit doon dant no this jackanapes,Īe gey skeich reel rypes scenes frae Brig O Doon, Spunedrift breist’s the backhaud, his shouther capes Stouries daur the day havy watter’s near, ![]() Therefrae tae a sauf berth, bot thare, dauncin Thay ward-fires airt dredgers tae beildy waa’s Wurds girn ma gams, blashes A maun borrow,įause-daw, Titan, yit tae steir an craw crouse,Ĭuittles links braisit bi babbin green swaws,īlythe teirs fleit, for A maun greit the morrow,Ī glisk lichthoose lemes winkin, an jalouse Now I strut on that sea-girt stage, nightly,Īnd a has-been hoofer’s star beams brightly.’ ![]() Gaunt film directors ditched a dancer’s dream. Lithe, silver-screen paramours partnered me Kelly, Astaire, Cagney, were all the rage ĭanced in smash-hit musicals, dusk till dawn, ![]() Hustling for the big break, the best agent, He said, ‘Used to be on a Broadway stage, He bows, lets the sea’s endless dance resume. Light applause is lost in that surfing sound Ĭagney drops to one knee, arms held wide,Ĭreamy bosomed wave-tops add to the show,ĭainty curtseys, adorned by stunning spume, Salt-chemic spatters high, gleaming with silt, Neptune and Nereid waltz with easy grace, James dances on, bathed in a blue spotlight,ĭreams thus drenched, deters not yon jackanapes,Ī lively reel robs scenes from Brig O’ Doon. ![]() Spray breast’s the barricade, his shoulder-capesĪre silvered by bright sequins, wetly strewn, Like James Cagney, a lone figure performs,Īlong the quay, spins around, and grins. They are beacons guiding boats to the pier,įrom thence to a safe berth, but there, dancing I watch lighthouse lights blink and realise Joy’s tears form, for I may weep tomorrow, Words shape my lips, words that I shall borrow, ![]()
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