At Fleetwood Folk Club we had a theme night "I know a song worse that that!" There were some absolutly dreadful ones including "The Boers have got my daddy", "There's a little box of pine on the seven forty nine", "Teen angel", all cringingly awful [not the singing of, just the songs] but the one voted the worst of the evening was "I was born in Portland Town, yes I was, yes I was".