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Blokes 'Erb	A
Do you know 'Erb Now there's a dinkum sport	B
If football's on your mind why 'Erb's the sort	B
To put you wise It's his whole end and' aim	C
Keen He's as keen as mustard on the game	C
Football is in his blood He thinks an' schemes	D
All through the season talks of it an' dreams	D
An' eats an' sleeps with football on his mind	E
Yes 'Erb's a sport the reel whole hearted kind	E
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'A healthy manly sport ' That's wot 'Erb says	F
You ought to see his form on football days	G
Keyed up reel eager eyes alight with joy	H
Full of wise schemes for his team to employ	H
Knows all about it how to kick a goal	I
An' wot to do if they get in a hole	I
Enthusiasm Why when 'Erb gets set	J
He is a sight you couldn't well forget	J
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There ain't a point about it he don't know	K
All of the teams and players top to toe	K
The rules the tricks it's marvellous the way	L
He follers Wot Good Lord no he don't play	L
'Erb Playin' football Blimey have a heart	M
Aw don't be silly 'Erb don't have to play	L
He knows more than them players any day	L
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He's never had a football in his hand	N
'Cept once when it was kicked up in the stand	N
No 'Erb ain't never played he only sits	O
An' watches 'em an' yells an' hoots and splits	O
His sides with givin' mugs some sound advice	P
An' tellin' umpires things wot ain't too nice	P
Aw look your ejication ain't complete	Q
Till you know 'Erb You reely ought to meet	Q
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Blokes Fred	R
Do you know Fred Now there's a man to know	K
These days when politics are in the air	S
An' argument is bargin' to an' fro	K
Without a feller gittin' anywhere	S
Fred never argues he's too shrewd for that	T
He's wise He knows the game from A to Z	U
All politics is talkin' thro' the hat	T
An' everyone is wrong exceptin' Fred	R
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Fred says there ain't no sense in politics	V
Says he can't waste his time on all that rot	W
Trust him He's up to all their little tricks	V
You'd be surprised the cunnin' schemes he's got	W
Fred says compulsory voting is a cow	X
He has to vote or else he would be fined	E
But he just spoils his paper anyhow	X
An' laughs at' em with his superior mind	E
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But when a law comes in that hits Fred's purse	Y
You ought to hear him then Say he does rouse	Z
Kicks up an awful row an' hurls his curse	Y
On every bloomin' member in the House	Z
He gives 'em nothin' says they all are crook	A2
All waitin' for a chance to turn their coats	B2
Says they are traitors proves it by the book	A2
An' can you wonder that he never votes	B2
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Aw say you must know Fred You'll hear his skite	E
Upon street corners all about the place	C2
An' if you up an' say it serves him right	E
He answers that it only proves his case	C2
Them politicians wouldn't tax him so	K
Unless they were all crooked like he said	E
Where is the sense in votin' when they go	K
An' rob a man like that Hurray for Fred	E
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Blokes Gus	D2
Do you know Gus Now he should interest you	E2
The girls adore him or he thinks they do	E2
He owns a motor bike not of the sort	E
That merely cough a little bit or snort	E
His is a fiery detonating steed	E
That makes the town sit up and take some heed	E
A thunderous thing that booms and roars a treat	E
With repercussions that awake the street	E
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That's Gus Dead flash One of the rorty boys	F2
Whose urge is to express themselves with noise	F2
He wakes the midnight echoes when to sleep	G2
We vainly strive with detonations deep	G2
And Gus has visions as he thunders by	A
Of maidens who sit up in bed and sigh	A
'It's Gus It's Gus the he man What a thrill	H2
'Mid Jovian thunders riding up the hill '	-
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You can't blame Gus He has to make a row	K
He's got to get publicity somehow	X
How else could he stir consciousness in us	D2
That in this world there really is a Gus	D2
You can't blame Gus But oft I long in bed	E
That some kind man would bash him on the head	E
A hard swift blow to give him pain for pain	I2
It would be quite safe It couldn't hurt his brain	I2
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Blokes Bert	E
Did you ever meet Bert 'E's all over the town	J2
In offices shops an' in various places	K2
Cocky an' all an' you can't keep 'im down	J2
I never seen no one so lucky at races	K2
Backs all the winners or very near all	L2
Tells you nex' day when the races are over	M2
'E makes quite a pot for 'is wagers ain't small	L2
An' by rights 'e 'ad ought to be livin' in clover	M2
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But some'ow or other aw well I dunno	K
You got to admit that some fellers is funny	U
'E don't dress too well an' 'is spendin' is low	K
I can't understand wot 'e does with 'is money	U
'E ought to be sockin' a pretty fair share	S
An' tho' 'e will own 'e's a big money maker	M2
'E don't seem to save an' 'e don't seem to care	S
If 'e owes a big wad to 'is butcher an' baker	M2
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'E don't tell you much if you meet on the course	N2
But after it's over 'e comes to you grinnin'	U
Shows you 'is card where 'e's marked the first 'orse	N2
An' spins you a wonderful tale of 'is winnin'	U
Can't make 'im out 'e's so lucky an' that	E
Knows ev'ry owner an' trainer an' jockey	U
But all of 'is wagerin's done on 'is pat	E
Won't spill a thing even tho' 'e's so cocky	U
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Oyster that's Bert 'E's as close as a book	A2
But sometimes I've come on 'im sudden an' saw 'im	C
Lip 'angin' down an' a reel 'aggard look	A2
Like all the woes in the world come to gnaw 'im	C
But soon as 'e sees you 'e brightens right up	O2
'Picked it again lad ' 'e sez to you grinnin'	U
'A fiver at sevens I 'ad in the Cup	O2
That's very near sixty odd quid that I'm winnin' '	-
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Mystery man that's 'is style for a cert	E
Picks the 'ole card yet 'e's shabby and seedy	E
'E must 'ave some sorrer in secrit ole Bert	E
Some drain on 'is purse wot is keepin' 'im needy	E
A terrible pity Some woman no doubt	E
No wonder 'e worries in secrit an' souses	N2
If I 'ad 'is winnin's year in an' year out	E
Why I'd own a Rolls Royce an' a terris of 'ouses	N2

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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