MY PRINCES STREET GIRL
I wrote this poem for my wife Lena for our 50th
wedding anniversary.
(It can be sung to the tune of "Raglan Road")
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On Princes Street where young folk meet
I saw her standing there,
She'd ice-skates hanging around her neck,
There were sparkles in her hair.
She was with a friend, a taller blonde,
With her hair in a beehive style,
But my eyes were on the smaller girl
And her wonderful wide, wicked smile.
We went to the pictures; I hoped to impress,
But I spilled the Milk Tray on the floor.
Then we went to the Plaza and we danced the Twist
And we kissed behind the stair door.
I went off to Wales, and I missed her so much,
Then we both went to London to stay.
We had one bedsit, but we said we had two
To keep our mothers' suspicions at bay.
On our wedding day the taxi broke down;
We had to walk up Viewforth instead.
We went back to Wales on our honeymoon
When the world cup final was played.
They made her an honorary man for the week
To get into the pub for the tie,
And as England won the top prize of all
I thought, in a way, so had I.
And then came kids and grandkids,
With the joys and the worries they bring;
And we've lost quite a few of our loved ones,
But their memories remain fresh as Spring.
And more generations will follow, soon,
And the family will go on in style,
And I’ll still be with my Princes Street girl
And her wonderful wide, wicked smile.
I wrote this poem for my wife Lena for our 50th
wedding anniversary.
(It can be sung to the tune of "Raglan Road")
***********************************************
On Princes Street where young folk meet
I saw her standing there,
She'd ice-skates hanging around her neck,
There were sparkles in her hair.
She was with a friend, a taller blonde,
With her hair in a beehive style,
But my eyes were on the smaller girl
And her wonderful wide, wicked smile.
We went to the pictures; I hoped to impress,
But I spilled the Milk Tray on the floor.
Then we went to the Plaza and we danced the Twist
And we kissed behind the stair door.
I went off to Wales, and I missed her so much,
Then we both went to London to stay.
We had one bedsit, but we said we had two
To keep our mothers' suspicions at bay.
On our wedding day the taxi broke down;
We had to walk up Viewforth instead.
We went back to Wales on our honeymoon
When the world cup final was played.
They made her an honorary man for the week
To get into the pub for the tie,
And as England won the top prize of all
I thought, in a way, so had I.
And then came kids and grandkids,
With the joys and the worries they bring;
And we've lost quite a few of our loved ones,
But their memories remain fresh as Spring.
And more generations will follow, soon,
And the family will go on in style,
And I’ll still be with my Princes Street girl
And her wonderful wide, wicked smile.
