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Re: Old rhyme
Here's some old stuff from my maternal grandfather:
Owd Johnny Greencap,
Tha's stown my peaswads,
I'm benna tell thy fayther o'er thee,
I nather ceer for thee nor thi fayther,
Nor thi mother who comes fro' Owdam.
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Some of the ghosts were short,
Some of the ghosts were tall,
There they sat in the ghastly light,
On the churchyard wall,
They all gave a loud ha ha,
And they all gave a loud ho ho,
I tried to wish them all goodnight,
But, they would not let me go.
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Once upon a time, the birds sh*t lime,
And the monkey chewed tobacca,
And the little pigs run,
With their fingers up their bum,
To see what was the matta.
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