 Poem of Pulteney »
The Green Lady
Caithness
The Fairy Hillock
Selkies
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PulteneyTown
The seamen hau’d the herring ashore
The filleting girls aw dripp’d wi gore
Oh what a sight to see, in old Wick town
As the polis men closed aw the pubs down
For the fishing boom had attracted the worst
The dregs of humanity with one big thirst
"Five hundred gallons of whisky a day
Was drunk" the vicar Thomson, did say
Ten to a room they crammed thi gether
Disease was there whatever the weather
Typhoid, smallpox and the fevers
Many were the saddened grievers
For Pulteneytown was a wild, wild place
Wi aw the worst of the hale human race
Eventually there was Prohibition
The only answer to this condition
A dry town wi’ a working Distillery
Where aw the drunks were put in the pillory
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