I was born in the land of Xmas pudd, fish’n’chips and grass so green and lush,
One morn I stole a teacake and was grabbed, slapped and sent to jail
E'bah gum the judge exclaimed you’re off to the land of the bush,
A farmer’s lad to Portsmouth I was sent, the next wind and tide we set sail.
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A good tale, well told.