A bit of shameless advertising here, but feel free to delete Dead Horse and insert border morris of your choice.

THE BLACK FACE MORRIS

In the evening, after eight.
Dead Horse Morris they congregate
Wi' their corduroy trousers and noisy gait
There go the black face morris

They take their sticks an' away they go
Stomping round, to and fro
Where they're goin' to nobody knows
There go the black face morris

Oh Whitstable is a boozy town
There's loads of pubs where y'can drink one down
That's where them Dead Horse can be found
There go the black face morris

So div'nt go near the old Yacht Club
Or down the road to Armins pub
You might see Dead Horse with their faces scrubbed
There go the black face morris

But join the Dead Horse if you can
The dancing is easy to understand
Just stomp around like a boozy old man
There go the black face morris

Now you know where my monica comes from!