Beside the Crales of Colomyden
Bremly brist the brony burls,
All afag with fendling frinnies,
Goling gingly in the gurls.
Oh! The stram is stradly sturling
As the dengling dreg is dirred,
Ever prambling on the pradbyre
Till he hegs the horst with hord.
I will jangst unto the jodbo,
Always wrangst with wist and wore,
Till the Crales of Colomyden
Kanst me krambling on the koors!
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