We’ll Just Beg For Coins In Our Hat
(With my sincere apologies to Edward Lear)

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Our Leader and Leavers went to see
If Brexit they could float.
They wasted our money, and thought how funny
When the pound gave a sort of a croak.
Then May looked around for the rest of her crew,
And sang through her throat catarrh,
“O Brexit means Brexit, It’s Red White and Blue!
What a beautiful Brexit you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Brexit you are!”

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Leave said to the Leader, “You must cry foul!
This Europe is doing us in!
O let’s not be tarried! Our vote’s cash and carried:
Let’s chuck EU law in the bin”.
They campaigned away for what they did say,
Was the land where we take back control.
But there in a wood, a land border stood,
With a serious need to patrol,
Patrol,
Patrol,
With a serious need to patrol.

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Dear May, you seem willing to sell for one shilling,
Anything that will keep the power blue.
You’ll take us away, from the world that is right,
And the one that you know to be true.
We’ll dine not on meat, but run through the wheat,
And trample our industry flat,
And hand against hand, on cliff edge or sand,
We’ll just beg for coins in our hat,
Our Hat,
Our Hat,
We’ll just beg for coins in our hat.

©Keith Murphy