Rise up! You have hands.
In them lies your own fate.
We can re-build this place.
Together, we can make something,
bigger than ourselves.
Something to preserve your history,
your culture, your art and your invention,
Something that will feed you in fallow times
and quench your thirst. Something that will
draw you together and make you strong.
Something that will be there forever
Something that will bring the wealthy back and
make you Great again: Like a new Herring.
Something for everyone:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give unto you
The Great Great Yarmouth Cash Cow.
Amongst us, it will live - always there
Never resting. It will have no home of its own
but shall belong to all of us.
It will be made on it's very last legs first
and its last legs shall be it's last forever.
It's legs will be preserved. Maybe the salted timbers of the sea
or the beams of some long gone civic hall, or Nelson's
oaky rafters themselves. Whatever they be, the first shall
be the last and never will they be made new.
So rare and precious
will be it's legs, that it shall have only three.
It's limp will be the talk of the town.
People will come from far and wide to see it list
and they will feel Nostalgic.
In their great Nostalgia, shall they feed pennies unto the cow.
For pennies are one thing the cow can eat...
The great cash cow shall bestow gifts upon us all -
so long as it is fed. But pennies shall not be enough
To keep us in our Great Abundance, the Cash Cow shall need more
than just pennies from the hands of a traveller's child.
Unto the Cash Cow, we must also make our sacrifices. So I say unto you this:
It will eat from the sins of our own overproduction.
Upon the very waste of our conveniences shall it dine and unto it, by littering,
shall we fill our streets with food (Not the seafront though)
And Lo! From our own waste shall be born the milk of human kindness
and of this milk shall we drink. So long as we are profligate, shall we have milk.
Yet shall ye worry. Yet shall ye cry: "But from where shall we get the cash to build it?"
Fear Ye not.
This Cash Cow shall be built by the memory of great deeds
This Cash Cow shall be modern in all ways and most of all -
In it's great love of those old times, when Great Labours brought Great Wealth,
It shall be a New Testament to the Old: The Great Great Yarmouth Cash Cow
Shall bring forth and be born upon a miracle and the miracle shall be this:
Thou shalt not work. Put back thy hands into thine own pockets.
Put up your hoods over your heads and be still. Be still and list,
Like the Great Cash Cow upon its three Great legs, limp.
Limp under the weight of the memory of His Greatness.
By the Great Mouth Of Yare shall ye limp and
out of that Mouth shall pour forth gifts and ye shall be happy and content.
So long as ye shall follow Him and limp, shall ye yet be free.
By His Great Providence shall ye be set free and shall ye prosper
So long as ye shall follow him and limp.
For unto thee will also come a great Raft.
Upon this raft shall be Measures and by these Measures
Shall thy freedom also be borne
And ye shall be happy.
In them lies your own fate.
We can re-build this place.
Together, we can make something,
bigger than ourselves.
Something to preserve your history,
your culture, your art and your invention,
Something that will feed you in fallow times
and quench your thirst. Something that will
draw you together and make you strong.
Something that will be there forever
Something that will bring the wealthy back and
make you Great again: Like a new Herring.
Something for everyone:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give unto you
The Great Great Yarmouth Cash Cow.
Amongst us, it will live - always there
Never resting. It will have no home of its own
but shall belong to all of us.
It will be made on it's very last legs first
and its last legs shall be it's last forever.
It's legs will be preserved. Maybe the salted timbers of the sea
or the beams of some long gone civic hall, or Nelson's
oaky rafters themselves. Whatever they be, the first shall
be the last and never will they be made new.
So rare and precious
will be it's legs, that it shall have only three.
It's limp will be the talk of the town.
People will come from far and wide to see it list
and they will feel Nostalgic.
In their great Nostalgia, shall they feed pennies unto the cow.
For pennies are one thing the cow can eat...
The great cash cow shall bestow gifts upon us all -
so long as it is fed. But pennies shall not be enough
To keep us in our Great Abundance, the Cash Cow shall need more
than just pennies from the hands of a traveller's child.
Unto the Cash Cow, we must also make our sacrifices. So I say unto you this:
It will eat from the sins of our own overproduction.
Upon the very waste of our conveniences shall it dine and unto it, by littering,
shall we fill our streets with food (Not the seafront though)
And Lo! From our own waste shall be born the milk of human kindness
and of this milk shall we drink. So long as we are profligate, shall we have milk.
Yet shall ye worry. Yet shall ye cry: "But from where shall we get the cash to build it?"
Fear Ye not.
This Cash Cow shall be built by the memory of great deeds
This Cash Cow shall be modern in all ways and most of all -
In it's great love of those old times, when Great Labours brought Great Wealth,
It shall be a New Testament to the Old: The Great Great Yarmouth Cash Cow
Shall bring forth and be born upon a miracle and the miracle shall be this:
Thou shalt not work. Put back thy hands into thine own pockets.
Put up your hoods over your heads and be still. Be still and list,
Like the Great Cash Cow upon its three Great legs, limp.
Limp under the weight of the memory of His Greatness.
By the Great Mouth Of Yare shall ye limp and
out of that Mouth shall pour forth gifts and ye shall be happy and content.
So long as ye shall follow Him and limp, shall ye yet be free.
By His Great Providence shall ye be set free and shall ye prosper
So long as ye shall follow him and limp.
For unto thee will also come a great Raft.
Upon this raft shall be Measures and by these Measures
Shall thy freedom also be borne
And ye shall be happy.
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