Broad Bessie
She be monster looking,
But gentle as a cool breeze she be,
Makes her way across the broad,
By string pull in and on the dead pool of night,
We as makers of Broad Bessie were her monsters,
And we blackened our faces so we could not be seen,
so easy,
then so not to give fright we anchored her middle O’t’ Broad,
Lest we die by the sword,
None of us had one,
So fall on it we did not.
David A Robertson 30.09.18
