by Andrew Perrins, 2009

We’re havin’ a day out in
Am gooin by special train.
We’re taking th’ train to
An’ hope that it doh rairn.
Rostlin forra sate to th’sayside
‘Am as lucky as Dicky Cox.
We’ll spoottle abaht at th’ sayside,
An’ a tekkin off all ahr sox.
Ahr uncle, he took his little petal,
An’ a soon we’re on our way.
Ower wench ‘ad oddments so fettle,
On ahr bostin day out in May.
Ahr kid fun’ a penny winkle there,
An’ I played a blinda wi’ mi spade.
Lashin’s of fish an’ chips to share,
We dah arf ‘ave it made.
We went to th’ fun-fur, then to th’ pier
Aunt sed; “cum on lets find sum club!”
Uncle sed; “there’s no bull’s blood ‘ere?”
An’ then settled for th’ pub.
Smelt th’ maid’s aprun, ’ad a mickey mouse,
After one pint, an’ one more.
’T was time to leve th‘ ‘ouse,
‘An ‘ed back along the golden shore.
We all took th’ train into town,
Back to Bloxidge, we’re on ower way.
Completely coverd all in brown,
On ahr bostin day out in May.
