My mother sang

There was a farmer had two sons,
And these two sons were brothers.
Josephus was the name of one,
Bohuncus was the other.

Now these two sons to the theater went
Whenever they saw fit.
Bohuncus in the gall'ry say,
Josephus, in the pit.

Now these two sons are dead and gone.
We may their story tell:
Josephus, he to heaven went;
Bohuncus, he to --

Mick Pearce's "Old Grimes" shares a motif with

There was a Presbyterian cat
Went hunting for her prey.
She caught a moose within the hoose
Upon the Sawbath day.

The people they were horrifiet,
And they were grieved sair,
And so they brocht that wicked cat
Before the ministair.

The ministair was horrifiet,
And loodly he did say,
"O wicked cat, to catch a moose
Upon the Sawbath day.

The Sawbath's been, frae days of yore,
An institution,"
And so they led that wicked cat
To execution.

MORAL:
The higher up the plum tree graws,
The sweeter graw the plums.
The mair the cobbler plies his trade,
The braider graw his thumbs.