I remember this as a chant rather than a songs from my rugby days in Portsmouth:

Be I Berkshire, be I buggery
I comes down from Wareham
Where all the girls wear calico skirts
And I knows how to tear 'em.

Where be thy grandfarthy?
He be up a worzle tree
I knows he and he knows me
And he knows I be after 'ee

Ten long years I lived this town
And never more ****** (forgotten rest of words)