The Wild Streets of Langney - A song (Trad.)

And the wind blows hard and the wind blows cold, 
propelling me down the Old Bay Road. 
All the pubs are shut and the school's burned down, 
the traffic drifts East from the heart of Old Town.

the drunks line the streets with a pint in hand

Crumble stones shifting at the edge of the land

a bad song written in a flurry of hate

empty bottles scattered on the Admirals Estate

'cos... 

these are the wild streets of Langney

these are the wild streets of Langney

these are the wild streets of Langney

From over the seas I wander, Wild through these streets I roam;
Far from the mad hearts yonder, Far from my broken home;
I won't forget, my boys, And true I'll be
To the girl so kind that I left behind
in Sussex by the Sea.

'cos... 

these are the wild streets of Langney

these are the wild streets of Langney

these are the wild streets of Langney