Source: Alfie/GSG/Exeter Univ. Speleo. Soc. NIL Vol 4 No 4 March 1968
 
ThereÙs a cave on Priddy Green, down below,
 Where a few of us have been, down below,
 ThereÙs a place called SwildonÙs Four,
 Where they dive sumps by the score,
 We ainÙt going there no more!, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a muddy sump we have to bail, down below,
 With a leaky canvas pail, down below,
 But your efforts are in vain,
 As, for every drop you drain,
 Twice as much runs back again, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a sump we have to dive, down below,
 And itÙs here we start to skive, down below,
 ThereÙs a Black Hole we canÙt climb,
 Long, low crawls through mud and slime,
 AinÙt it all a waste of time?, down below,

 ThereÙs a chimney made of glass, down below,
 Which you slide down on your arse, down below,
 If youÙve got legs like O.C.L.
 You can do it very well,
 But for us itÙs bloody hell, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a drop in SwildonÙs Four, down below,
 ThereÙs no ladder there no more, down below,
 If you fall out of that crack,
 And you land an awful smack,
 ThereÙs no way of getting back, down below,
 
 Willie Stanton had an itch, down below,
 To improve the Twenty Pitch, down below,
 But his efforts were in vain,
 With his iron hoops and chain,
 Biddle took then out again, down below,

 ThereÙs a place called Shatter Pot, down below,
 And they said itÙs had itÙs lot, down below,
 ThereÙs a cavern vast and wide,
 With a small hole in the side,
 And itÙs here we sit and hide, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a rift they call the Swine, down below,
 And itÙs difficult to climb, down below,
 It goes up at a slant,
 At the top the ledge is scant,
 And itÙs here we sit and pant, down below,
 
 If you ever get the horn, down below,
 Then your foreskin will get torn, down below,
 As you squeeze along those crawls,
 You will wear away your balls,
 And your screams will fill the halls, down below,
 
 If you ever want to screw, down below,
 Try between sumps 3 and 2, down below,
 Mike and Moira did it first,
 And his crutch piece nearly burst,
 But the mudbank came off worst, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a Forty Foot long drop, down below,
 When itÙs dry we reach the top, down below,
 When SwildonÙs waters rise,
 You can hear the weegies cries,
 “Pull us up before we dies”, down below,
 
Once the Forty cast itÙs spell, down below,
 Till the day the Flood rain fell, down below,
 Though the way is smooth and clear,
 And thereÙs nothing left to fear,
 Some, in passing, shed a tear, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a place they call Sump Three, down below,
 And some say you dive it free, down below,
 When youÙre running out of breath,
 And you think youÙve met your death,
 Then they say thereÙs nothing left, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a place they call Damp Link, down below,
 There the waterÙs black like ink, down below,
 When your face is turning blue,
 From excess C02,
 It Will be the death of you, down below,
 
 ThereÙs a place they call Bang Squeeze, down below,
 Most of us get through with ease, down below,
 If you ever pass that way,
 On a trip with Cobbett, J.,
 YouÙll be there all bloody day, down below,
 
 ThereÙs some avens deep and wide, down below,
 Where some of us have climbed, down below,
 Where cowsh is falling down like rain,
 Courtesy of Farmer Maine,
 And we wonÙt go there again, down below,