ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE (Paul O’Brien)
This is another love song, about a time that a bottle of cold tea and some biscuits was enough. Dollymount was a great place to go to, and still is.
He loves me chestnut head
And he loves me feather bed
And he loves to hear me knocking on the door
He loves to hear me sing
When I’m sitting on the swing
He loves to watch me polishing the floor
HE COULDN’T LOVE ME MORE,
LOVE ME MORE, LOVE ME MORE
HE’S ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE
Now he’s a button man
And he works when e’re he can
If not he’s playing snooker in the town
He’s never at a loss
For an answer to the boss
Ne’re a skin could say his tongue is brown
HE COULDN’T LOVE…..
In the early morning house
He’s as quiet as a mouse
When he’s had a feed of beer the night before
But when all is said and done
For me he is the one
Even if his shift is old and tore