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Feb 2010
way high on brecon beacons,
amid the rain and sleet,
along came a ***** ole collier,
with wellies on his feet.

i said, you ***** ole collier,
my wife is fast asleep,
she's always got an headache,
please help me catch a sheep.

i am a ***** ole collier,
my name is slimy sam,
but you see i'm gay boy,
so lets go catch a ram.
Written by
ioan pearce
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