Twer a wet summers day up in Owdham,
An the roses as allas were in bud,
Wellies were lined up inth back yard,
Ma’s an’Fathers an’t kids caked wi’mud
It ád rained for a month wi’out stoppin’
An’t lanes were all puddles an slime
But it didn’t worry Wilf an ís family
They were off for their hols in’t sunshine
Wilf’s Father ád cashed in thinsurance
He’d bin payin at two bob a week
Said an ’oliday was just wot they needed
As for future, it only looked bleak
Father’d booked them some seats on a shara,
The best ones that money could buy,
So Wilf went for seven days off to Blackpool
Land o’Bingo Hot Dogs an’Blue Skies.
But when they got there it were raining,
On th’beach donkeys steamed and were wet
Father carefully considered situation,
Then went off t’bookies for a bet.
Wilf never saw Father again
Ma looked after family all week
When Wilf asked what áppened to Father
She said he was playin ’ Ide an Seek
On last day Wilf still ’addent found ‘im.
Ma found a new bloke so she ‘ad,
So Wilf came back to Owdham on th’ shara
Wi’ t’other kids Ma and new Dad.