Bruce from Bathhurst challenges us to write songs with place names.

Here's one I wrote recently to the tune of Barbara Allen.

In Barking Town,where I was born
there was a fair maid dwelling
and all the Yobs cried lovely Bristols
when they saw Sonia Snelling

All in the merry month of May
when gasworks smog was smelling
young Billy Bloggs cried “well a day”
for the love on Sonia Snelling

He cried “I haven't got a chance”
and as the tears were welling
he drowned himself in Barking creek
for the love of Sonia Snelling

And slowly, slowly she came up
to the place they said he fell in.
She slipped upon the muddy bank
and splosh went Sonia Snelling

It was about three days or more
their bodies started swelling
don't eat the fish that come to feast
on Billy Bloggs and Sonia Snelling