Here are some fragments I would have thought would be on the net somewhere but I cant find them. In case I am the last receptacle of this junk I’ll record them here.
I know three things about the horse
And two of them are rather coarse.
(Don’t remember where I heard this but it stuck)
Ive only got three ha’pence and that looks mighty queer
Wheres the other sixpence
Must have gone on beer.
(as sung by my Grandmother)
What we gonna do when the baby cries
What we gonna do when the baby cries
What we gonna do when the baby cries
Stick two fingers in his eyes.
(From a folk song but I cant find any reference to it- obviously not pc so might have been suppressed)
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one from the playground circa 1975:
"Here I sit, broken-hearted
spent a penny and only farted"
I don't think there is anymore but just thought I'd throw it in because I like it so much.
I suppose we could rehearse the Four and Twenty Virgins Down from Inverness...on second thoughts.
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