LAZY WIND: BY JOHN KETT

CROMER PIER; ON A GOOD DAY!

I’m the on’y one on Cromer pier this February day,
An’ what they call a lazy wind is whippin’ up the spray;
That lazy wind, that crazy wind,
From icy seas come tew yer,
Tha’s jus’ tew lazy t’go round, an’ so that go clean threw yer!

There’s waves a-roarin’ up the beach, wi’ foam a-flyin’ high,
An wicket sheets o’ bitin’ sleet come swirlin’ orf the sky.
Ah, yew may try t’hide away,
That wind’ll still git near yer,
An’ when that dew, that go right threw – ah, tha’s enough t’fleer yer!

The sea come crashin’ on the stones, there’s snow there on the sand;
The wind get wuss; tha’s now a gaale, an’ I can hardly stand
That bitin’ wind, that fightin’ wind,
Tha’s healthy, so they say, bor;
There in’t no germs on Cromer pier, tha’s blew ’em all away, bor!

Copyright © John Kett