If I were back 'ome in 'Ampshire,
Where they birds do flock round I,
I'd clap my 'ands an' laugh like buggery
An' all they birds would fly away.
I wonder where that blackbird be,
'E be up yon wurzel-tree,
'E see I an' I see 'e an' I be after 'e.
If I 'ad a bloody gurt stick
Bugger I wouldn' I swipe 'e quick.
If I were back 'ome in 'Ampshire
Where they birds do flock round I.