English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
A chant I'll tip to you about a High-pad pal so down, With his pops, and high-bred prad which brought to him renown; On the road he cut a dash, to him 'twas delight! And if culls would not surrender, he shewed the kiddies fight! With his pops so bright and airy, And his prad just like a fairy, He went out to nab the gold! Derry down, down, derry down,