here is an example of a song that i imagine was written by somebody educated in a hedge school, but is a fine piece of writing

   

[Ye damsels of Castalia Melpomene and Thalia
Extenuate an alien that languishes in woe]
Dan Cupid has surprised me waylaid and pauperised me
Why thus he martyrises me is what I wish to know
Exiled in this fair city a paragon of pity
I lucubrate my ditty and I catalogue to tell?
Of the beauties of that matron my connoisseur and patron
That consort fit for Satan the star of Sunday's well.

Expressly fabricated for to be venerated?
Her weight is estimated at fully fifteen stone
The undulating ocean recalls her vagrant motion
Magnanimous devotion I render her alone
She's blooming and she's bonny with real estate and money
A flowerlet filled with honey in a soft suburban dell
And I the bee go soaring around her bower adoring?
The beauty and the store of the star of Sunday's well.

This matron subsidises both Beamish's and Wise's
The viands that she prizes provide most comely fare
Yet I wish I could administer a modicum of Guinness t'her
For there is nothing sinister or medieval there
Her heart I would allure it but that a grocer's curate?
Is planning to secure it by artifices fell
But I've dropped hints abundant to that obscure incumbent?
To flutter less redundant round the star of Sunday's well.

All through the summer weather two lovers linked together
Patrolled Marina's heather or strolled along the Dyke
The blackbirds and the thrushes established in the bushes?
Their elegies in gushes propelled to Kerry Pike
I heard their jocund royster and yearned all for his cloister?
The quaint but fulsome oyster like a hermit in his cell
But I lacked reciprocation in this matron's cognition
For I got a harsh negation from the star of Sunday's well.