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1181

While chatting to my neighbour today
I saw Dongles roll in the hay
With my pitch fork in hand
and my target well planned

1182

While chatting to my neighbour today
I saw Dongles roll in the hay
With my pitch fork in hand
and my target well planned
I ordered him “Out of my way!”

Dongles quickly got up and fled

1183

Dongles quickly got up and fled
After he had a slap round the head

1184

Dongles quickly got up and fled
After he had a slap round the head
Where he went I know not

1185

Dongles quickly got up and fled
After he had a slap round the head
Where he went I know not
Wherever it was he was off like a shot.

1186

Dongles quickly got up and fled
After he had a slap round the head
Where he went I know not
Wherever it was he was off like a shot.
He’s probably snoring in bed!

There was a young man, a real Yorkshire Pud

1187

There was a young man, a real Yorkshire Pud
The salt of the earth and really good

1188

There was a young man, a real Yorkshire Pud
The salt of the earth and really good
He was crowned Last to Post

1189

There was a young man, a real Yorkshire Pud
The salt of the earth and really good
He was crowned Last to Post
But he won’t like to boast

1190

There was a young man, a real Yorkshire Pud
The salt of the earth and really good
He was crowned Last to Post
But he won’t like to boast
'twas but a dream, that’s understood!

By the banks of the dark river Foss

1191

By the banks of the dark river Foss
Lay Tabby, having a doss

1192

She rolled off the bank
And sadly she sank!

Donkeyman!

1193

By the banks of the dark river Foss
Lay Tabby, having a doss
She rolled off the bank
And sadly she sank!
But we stepped on her to get across.

:mrgreen:

1194

It’s time us men changed our socks.

1195

It’s time us men changed our socks
And brushed our golden locks

1196

Classic
 :lol: :lol:

1197

Ratbags - the pair of you!

1198

It’s time us men changed our socks
And brushed our golden locks
evicted our nits

1199

It’s time us men changed our socks
And brushed out golden locks
Evicted our nits
From our private bits

1200

It’s time us men changed our socks
And brushed out golden locks
Evicted our nits
From our private bits
and filed them away in a box.

On a railway train heading North