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LINCOLNSHIRE LYMERICKES
A foolish young
braggart of Louth
Like the saying - no trousers, all mouth -
His boasts of success
With a Hull bar hostess
Were all lies. Now he's vanished down south.
A young man from Stainton le Vale
Had grown most alarmingly pale.
When asked his complaint
He whispered (v faint):
"I have skewered myself on a nail".
A boorish old builder from Brigg
Had a crane quite excessively big.
He'd drive it about
And vulgarly shout:
"Oi lads! See the size o' my rig!"
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