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Happy May Day

The working class
Can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last
I'm out of work
And on the dole
You can stuff the Red Flag
Up your hole.

't Was on a Gibraltar's rock, so fair
I saw a maiden lying there
And as she lay in sweet repose
A puff of wind blew up her clothes
A sailor who was passing by
Tipped his hat and winked his eye
And then he saw to his despair
She had the Red Flag flying there.

To the tune of the White Cockade, an old Jacobite song, but more well known to the tune of 'Tannenbaum'.

Comments

I feel sure that many country folk will want to share with John Prescott their forthright views on his future at this difficult time. If you want to lend your support John can be contacted at the Office of the Deputy Prime Minister (OPDM) Private Office:

Tel: 020 7944 4400
Fax: 0207 944 6589

He has three central offices, any can be used to communicate a letter of support:

26 Whitehall
London SW1A 2WH

Ashdown House
123 Victoria Street
London SW1 E6DE

Eland House
Bressenden Place
Or you can email your comments to John at enquiryodpm@odpm.gsi.gov.uk

Or via the Web Site

ODPM website: http://www.odpm.gov.uk

Lets show John what we really think. Please forward this email to like minded country folk

To the tune of So Early in the Morning [or The Good Ship Venus]

Don't look two ways like Janus
The EU's here to chain us
Their rules are best
When grsped with zest
And stuffed up Brussel's *n*s
Chorus
Putting up out taxes, putting up our taxes
Putting up our taxes, that's all they ever do

The purpose of this racket
Which costs us all a packet
Is Britain's cash
For EU's stash
When we at home should stack it
chorus

So Britons do your Duty
Vote for your homes and beauty
Say EU nay
To stop the play
Of Bueancratic booty
chorus

THE SONG OF THE NEW LABANDERLOG
[with apologies to Rudyard Kipling]
Here we sit on Downing Street row
Thinking of beautiful things we know
Dreaming of deeds we mean to do
All complete in a minute or two
Something noble and grand and good
Won by merely wishing we could
Now we're going to - never mind
Tony thy tail hangs down behind
The is the way of New Labour kind:

Then join our leaping clan that scumfish with elan
Through Parliament and Press while ever we digress
By the rubbish in our wake and the noble noise we make
be sure, be sure we're going to do some splended things

Isn't this the day that The Strawbs' song Part of the Union is played on the radio for 24 hrs? Then everybody sobers up to get really drunk on Cinco De Mayo.

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