The Market Trader's Lament

This weather is not funny,
it really is not nice
it is flamin' August
and my fingers feel like ice.

This weather is not funny,
it's windy and it's wet,
tomorrow it will rain again
typical, I bet.

This weather is not funny
I'm trying to trade round here
but as I put my stall up
my heart is full of fear.

This weather is not funny
the wind is gathering pace
I'll hold on tight for now
but it's drying up my face.

Tomorrow I'll trade at Fakenham
I hope the sun will shine
but if the weather is the same again
All I will do is whine.

So come on all you kind folk
do a little dance
put August back in warmth again
and give us all a chance!