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When we were kids and went scrumping One thing was perfectly clear If the owner was swift and could catch us We’d all get a clip round the ear At school our head teacher Miss Brewer Our achievements she’d readily cheer But if we were rude or just naughty She’d give us a clip round the ear Back at home we’d behave if our dad spoke Especially if he’d had a beer If not we’d be asking for trouble And deserve the odd clip round the ear And what of our local policeman He of that stalwart career If he saw us get up to mischief We’d soon feel his hand round our ear Yet none of us grew up as muggers Leaving their victims in tears Stop treating these vandals with kid gloves And give them a clip round the ears |
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