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Naughty Naturalists Nabbed in Night-Vision Nasty –– A couple at a lakeland holiday park were caught naked on cameras meant to monitor the movements of badgers. The pair ventured into the snowy woods at the Oasis Village, near Penrith in Cumbria. Their romp was beamed into every hotel bedroom on a special channel trained on the badger set. The night-vision camera caught the couple in the early hours of the morning. The woman kept her bobble hat on, reports the News of the World. The pair stopped when they heard a sound and quickly put their clothes on before being chased by a security guard with a torch. The identity of the couple has not been revealed.
With Me Bobble-Hat On by derrymacash
(To the tune of that oul' come-all-ye "Navvy Boots")
I'm a Cumbrian lassie, I hail from Carlisle
I'll tell you my story, and raise you a smile
I have me a boyfriend, his name it is John
And he fancies me mad with me bobble-hat on
Oh he first had his supper and then had a shave
For courtin' myself he highly prepared
The oul' stars in the sky as the moon it shone down
And I slept in my bed with my bobble-hat on
He knocked at my window, his knock I did know
And out of my slumber I wakened so slow
He knocked there again and I said "Is that John?"
He said "It is I. Get your bobble-hat on!"
I opened my window; he gave me a kiss
And we slipped away to the woods at Penrith
He says "Me boul' Nancy, you're turnin' me on
Get out of your kit, but keep your hat on!"
I stripped like Salome removing her veils
And shimmied and flashed and waggled my tail
'Neath the moon's slivery beams I was white as a swan
All except for me noggin, with me bobble-hat on
And then to our business we two did attend
The clothes from his body like a fiend I did rend
Then sank to the ground and I moaned "Take me, John"
Says he "Then I will
with your bobble-hat on"
But we were disturbed when our business was done
By the flash of a light and away we did run
We fled from the scene, with the wind we were gone
Buck-naked except for me bobble-hat on
Oh then six months being over and seven at the last
I began to grow stout and grow thick round the waist
Eight months being over and nine came along
I gave him a child with a bobble-hat on