A Compromise?
¶ 1
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Young Raymond put your hand out
I’ll put you back in line
Six strong strokes of these cane here
Will soon sort out yer kind!
¶ 2
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Sorry sister no can do
You’ll not thrash me again
I’m nine years old and innocent
So sod you and yer cane!
¶ 3
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I’m telling you young Raymond
If ye don’t put out yer hand
I’ll make you miss the cup tie
You won’t play you’ll be banned!
¶ 4
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Okay sister feignlights
Which hand did yer say?
Be sure to take it easy
Cos I’m in goal okay!
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