From George’s head to the Pollock holes

The wind blows hard and the water rolls

People struggle up the strand

Raincoats on, umbrellas in hand

Hats fly off across the beach

Always blowing out of reach

Hardy swimmers brave the sea

As darkness falls at ten past three

Across the sky thunder crashes

Out over the bay lightning flashes

Torrential rain rips thru’ the air

Girls try in vain to save their hair

All run like mad in search of cover

A distraught babe wails for his mother

Beach now deserted, sad, forlorn

Windbreaks abandoned, tattered, torn

Is this some freak storm from o’er the sea?

No, its just summer in Kilkee!