Niccan is My Love

Niccan is my love each Friday morning
Niccan by the shore and mourning
For his lost, lost legs and all the
Lovely lovely liars who sleep
Silent in the sea.

Niccan is my salty sweetheart
Niccan, Niccan, on the pier and peering
Down onto the dark, dark waters and the
Damp damp trouser legs
He trails back through my house.

Niccan is my love each Wednesday evening
In the parlour, Niccan's the father of my child
And children running running rampant
Crazy crazy down the lazy cobbles
Of the fishing town.

Niccan is my darling, darling
Niccan, Niccan, sews the buttons he pushes
Just to get me going again
And again over Sunday lunch
And under family dinners.

And Niccan tells me stories baby Niccan never bores me,
And Niccan he snores sleeping by my side.
But I don't mind my nymph-like boy a-sailing
By my sultry side, in satin sheets that slip 'n' slide
For Niccan, nicely simplified 's
The only boy for me.