Not Campaigning but Lying
(With my apologies to Stevie Smith and the drowned man)

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Everybody heard them, the Leave gang,
On June twenty four morning:
We were much further out than you thought
And not campaigning but lying.

Such crap, they always were barking
And their bus was read.
There was no Brexit gold for them to go Europe way
They said.

Oh, go go go, with a deal or without!
(The sea at their cliff edge foaming)
They were much too far out all their lives
And not campaigning but lying.

©Keith Murphy