Froppington Gore

Froppington Gore - and old West Country rhyme

As I was a walkin' 'long Froppington Gore
I spied naughty Lucy a truckin' her shaw
She looked at me meekly and flickered 'er eye
Said I "I'll a grout thee afore by'n'by"

She lifter her lees and she lofted her lout
And took her grand moffet and cleared it all out
She danced for a while round the Froppington Plume
And bathed in the bellows of Crankton Town Spume

I chased 'er and raced 'er from dingle to dell
I basked in the fragrance of 'er smudgeon smell
And as she got heated and sank to the tuff
I gave 'er a sprouting right there in the rough

As I was a walkin' by old Crankton Town
I took naughty Lucy and I laid 'er down
She held me and begged me and pleaded for more
But I had some business 'long Froppington Gore