“”The Trocadero” Hamilton,the greatest place to go,
Music, dancing, happiness, friends you got to know,
Big band night, for older “kids” run by big Dave Muir!
We loved all the groups, n’the best wee Chris McLure.
You were told about this place, n’went with trepidations,
But once you entered, it fulfilled all of your expectations,
Young men n’women, dressed to kill, realy lookin” great,
Lookin’ around for a while, to go dance you couldn’t wait.
The girls danced together, round handbags on the floor”
The sound of music all around, you couldn’t ask for more,
The lads at the side, keeping watch, “which girl should i ask”
We all had to pick our moment, it was a real daunting task,
The women took no prisoners, a nod, or you seen thier back
When the ‘spotlight’ came on, now that was a different crack,
Lot’s of lovely girls, but the boys were really far outnumbered
A magical night was had by all, and especially if you lumbered””
The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton By Hugh Hainey.