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Dobbers, snobs and conkers,
And a skipping rope or two,
Whip and top and hopscotch,
What else could school kids do.
Except scrumping in the orchards,
For Keswicks big and round,
Or flogging rhubarb from the Lots,
And Carrots from the ground.
And what about the Guz-Gogs,
The dates beneath the scales,
And the battles in the clay fields,
With slate and stones and shales
We Spondonian lads of Kirkleys,
Conquered all the Clay fields vales
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We had a camp near the second culvert,
On a hill where the grass grew long,
Where we frog spawned in the stream,
And sang the Derby Rams old song.
We invented the throwing Arrow,
With which I am an expert to this day,
Baked our spuds in the underground den,
Dug deep into the clay...
And when the twin hills called the gun-sights,
Were vacated when the war did end,
We used them for their heights,
Which made it easier to defend
Against the Borrowash mob and Knobby Clark,
Who lost every battle they did attend.
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