Not bad! My other verses run:

As he was swinging them round and round,
One came down with a bloody great bound,
Right on the head of his faithful hound,
Who was watching him play with his balls,
For they were...

To magistrate he was taken away,
And his case came up the very next day,
But the magistrate could not say,
Why he should not play with his balls,
For they were...

Now Anthony Clair has gone to rest,
And may his soul forever be blessed,
Of all good fellows he was the best,
And he liked to play with his balls,
For they were large balls,
Ballas as heavy as lead!