Bill Greenwell When mithimade is allbijove Beneath a grayling moon Then hoey is the borigove And wethers are in spoon
When dunkum smit is gallowade Between the moggs and rees Ah join the giselous parade That bothams up the crease
How priti are the villiers Out whitting in the dales! How teehee utlier the furze And dahlia the mails!
Now tebbitly the daltreys sound To icke a trimble margin Now pole the deling kippers round That all may be faragin
Frank McDonald ’Twas brexit and the merkyl foes Did corbinate ’gainst lyb and labe. All quipsy were the borisgoves And the eukalips outgrabe.

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