Whenever a good nor’ wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.
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]There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout—
Nobody else was out.
When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor’ wester blows,