I'm still awaiting your second verse. Here's my third:



Now Terry the Taff was born in a gaff in the valleys of the land of song,
And as the reds he puts to bed, he likes to sing along, "If I win," he says with a grin, "it can only help me, can't it?"
I'll celebrate and buy another eight
Hairbrushes for me barnet."

But old Willie Thorne, his hair's all gone, and his mates all take the rise,
His opponent said "Cover up his head, 'cos it's shining in my eyes,"
When the light shines down on his bare crown, it's a cert he's gonna walk it,
But it's just fair giving off that glare
Perhaps I ought to chalk it.

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