They'd flock from the Valley's and Hillsides,
From the neighbouring towns and afar,
Down to Barry Island,
Young children, with Ma and Pa.
The trains would be overflowing,
And many would have to stand,
Laden with sarnies and drinks for the day,
Those days, were happy and grand!
They'd rush from the station in Barry,
And head for their favourite spot,
Pick up a few deck chairs on the way,
For a sit on the beach where it's hot.
A lovely day spent by the seaside,
To the Fairground, to finish the day!
All polished off, with a nice Fish and Chips!
And, fond memories to take away.
Jayne Louise Davies
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