Ode to Barry Island Songtext
von Max Boyce

What I can always remember is coming, coming to Barry when I was
A young lad, Sunday school trip, you know, Porthcawl or Barry
Ode to Barry Island
Or in Welsh
Ode to Barry Island

I remember miner′s fortnight
When I was just a lad
We'd go to Barry Island
The weather always bad
In a brand new shirt
And shoes that hurt
The ones Mam saved to buy
To go to Barry Island
On that last week in July


We′d catch a Western by the square
My bucket in my hand
Then all the fuss to get on the bus
And we always had to stand
Then I'd be sick
And my shoes I'd kick
The ones Mam saved to buy
To go to Barry Island
On that last week in July

They′d put me by the driver
For me to ′ave some air
And my mother'd say "He′s never this way"
And she'd come and comb my hair
Then I′d see the sea and I'd want to pee
And if I couldn′t I would cry
When we went to Barry Island
On that last week in July

Our caravan, the water's edge
Ten miles from the sea
And we'd drag the cases over
And we didn′t ′ave the key
I've seen him on television
Aye, it′s called interference
We couldn't light the gas lamp
I′ve gone and marked my tie
When I went to Barry Island
On that last week in July


I'm on the beach, it′s Sunday
I've met a friend called Russ
I'll have to buy another bucket
I′ve left mine on the bus
I′ve cut my foot, it's bleeding
My cousin says "You′ll die"
And "We'll bury you in Barry
On the last week in July"

I′m going, I'm going to the fair tonight
My bucket full of shells
The weather forecast′s settled now
With dry and sunny spells
I've bought Mangi a present
And I've waved the sea goodbye
My mother′s found my plastic mac
And the weather′s nice and dry

Aye, that's how I remember miner′s fortnight
When I was just a lad
I went to Barry Island
And the weather always bad