|Bor, I never cood
arn much money,
No matter how 'ard I try'd;
But never wor short o' dumplins
Or a good owd eel well fry'd.
Bor, I ha' found owd Norfolk frindly,
An' I married a Norfolk gal,
An' when I cum off o' the marshes,
I've found her a good owd pal.
Law! I ha' lived wi' monkeys,
And worked where the lions roar,
But I longed tu heer t' owd curlews
"Whaup" front o' th' houseboat door.
So I drifted back tu owd Norfolk,
And heer I intend tu 'bide;
For the bards, an' t' fishes, an' people
Of Norfolk, air all my pride.
When Broadland is left for Jordan,
And Charon cum over th' styx,
Du delve a deep hole in owd Norfolk
Whose sile wi' my ashes shell mix.