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A chant I'll tip to you about a High-pad pal so down, [1]
With his pops, and high-bred prad which brought to him renown; [2]
On the road he cut a dash, to him 'twas delight!
And if culls would not surrender, he shewed the kiddies fight! [3]
With his pops so bright and airy,
And his prad just like a fairy,
He went out to nab the gold! [4]
Derry down, down, derry down,