Verse 1
Have you ever seen a robin sitting in a tree
My old gal will av it thats where I ought to be
When I don me red vest the colour of me nose
It started as a tit protector goodness how it grows
I,m all there when I,m strolling up the west
The girls they come and tickle me and rub me on the chest
They make a regular fuss of me they say I look a don
I always get in trouble when I put me waistcoat on

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