I live in Newhaven and the seagulls in Edinburgh and Leith’s historical fishing port are indeed vicious. This is no love song.
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
They should be at sea seekin’ fishes
They plunder and steal as they seek their next meal
They spit and they shit, they squawk and they squeal
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re noisy
There’s one in particular annoys me
He sits on my roof from the first light of dawn
He squawks, he squeals, he’s like somethin’ forlorn
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re noisy
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
They should be at sea eatin’ fishes
They sit on yir roof and first thing in the mornin’
They dive and they swoop at yir heid without warnin’
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
Seagulls o’ Newhaven are vermin
They say it’s illegal tae herm them
But if I had a gun a wid shoot them fir fun
I wid fire and I’d fire till I’d killed every one
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vermin
And it’s worse than bein’ blitzed by the German
For at least wi the Luftwaffe we had the ack ack
We could fire in defence when put under attack
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vermin
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
They should be at sea seekin’ fishes
And if I had a gun a wid shoot them fir fun
I wid fire and I’d fire till I’d culled the last one
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious
Seagulls o’ Newhaven they’re vicious