Walton Bay

Beside the Bristol Channel shore, Down in Walton Bay;
You’d see some sights in days of yore, Down in Walton Bay.
The sandbanks gleaming gold and bare, the Welsh hills far away,
And merchant shipping gathered there, Down in Walton Bay.

Chorus: And it’s down in Walton Bay,
Merchant ships in fine array; Waiting for the tide to turn,
Down in Walton Bay.

And what a sight to feast your eyes, Down in Walton Bay;
Fine ships of every shape and size, Down in Walton Bay.
For Avonmouth and Bristol bound their house flags on display,
To catch the tide they waited round, Down in Walton Bay.
Ch.

Some were familiar names to me, Down in Walton Bay;
The Clara Stinnes I’d often see, Down in Walton Bay.
I got to know her flavours well, when at her hook she lay,
By the chiming of her forepeak bell, Down in Walton Bay.
Ch.

When at last the tide was on the turn, Down in Walton Bay;
Their screws would make the waters churn, Down in Walton Bay.
Their chains would clank, their winches whined, as they got underway;
With muddy waters left behind, Down in Walton Bay.

Chorus

Along the Bristol Channel shore, Down in Walton Bay;
That’s one more sight you’ll see no more, Down in Walton Bay.
Since winds of changing fancies blew the merchant trade away,
Those handsome craft are gone from view, Down in Walton Bay.

Final Chorus: And it’s down in Walton Bay,
No more ships in fine array,
Waiting for the tide to turn,
Down in Walton Bay.

© Nobby Dye & Bob Watson 2006

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