They call it Hamm, I wonder why?
But here 'twas safe I can't deny,
Where children small could swim and play
Throughout the summer holiday,
And picnic parties would be seen
Upon the bank of grasses green,
And for the children, room to spare,
To frolic in the waters there.
Then when the salt sea's tide was low
The little cockle shells did show,
And youngsters sought them far and wide,
Until the next high flooding tide.
They'd hope the firemen heard their cry,
As local trains went chugging by.
Portraying there a lovely view,
Enhanced by Naval craft we knew.
For all a haven sure was found,
To make an ideal pleasure ground.
Then when the sun dropped in the Bay,
'Twas homeward bound, they'd make their way.
To later let those dreams take flight,
When snuggled up in bed at night.

Note: Hamm Beach is on the Portland Harbour side of Chesil Beach.