An old pikey folk song

<font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Oh Donny boy, the pegs, the pegs are calling
From slum to slum, lucky heather from the mountain side
The ******'s gone, and from AIDS you are dying
'tis you, that gives your Mum a ride. </font></p>

<font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">But cum you up your brothers saggy anus 
Or when your Dad, is hushed and white with spoff 
Getting loved by Michael McIndoe 
Oh Donny boy, oh Donny boy, I love you so. </font></p>

<font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">And if you come, from AIDS you are dying
And you'll be dead, as dead you well may be
You say you'll tarmac my drive but you are lying
And kneel and drink your children's wee. </font></p>

<font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">And I shall hear, you try and sell me a &quot;dag&quot; 
And you'll buy your Ma a caravan
If you'll not fail to tell me that you drink wee
You've loved all your family with joy and glee.</font></p>

 

a bit ****.

 

"You say you'll tarmac my drive but you are lying"

s******, chuckle, guffaw

 

oooh

Can't say sn.igger

 

ba

llocks thee, no. 46532 fan.

 

Ha

getting all excited about claiming my cash when Gordon and Andy take us back the the Prem. 3 hundred pounds. 3 hundred pounds. then you'll mock....hope you havent forgotten, Gordon.

 

that is crap really crap.

 

who are you to call it crap?(battered) (foff)

 

the daddy.

 

No, it's actually...

....great,',','',',''',' really great,,,,,,',',',',

 

Quality

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