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The
sky was a smudge-coloured blue up there
When
the sailing ship came in,
With
full top gallants and spinnaker flared
Full
flight fr..
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I
have nothing left to say
All
my thoughts have blown away,
And
I dread the sun that rises in the morning,
For
my wife will look at m..
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There’s
a man been hung at the old crossroads
In
the village of Little Deeping,
And
in his pockets a couple of toads
That
were ..
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Nobody
knows where the Ragman goes
In
the wee, small hours of the morn,
When
he’s taken the dray with your rags away
Through
th..
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In
the aftermath of a terrible storm
That
stripped all the trees of leaves,
I
ventured out when the sun was warm
To
check on the roof..
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He
worked in a great Department Store
As
the window dresser’s mate,
Carting
mannequins, wigs and clothes
From
the back through ..
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Of
all the loves that I’ve loved in life
There
was one, crème de la crème,
She
turned my head and she caused me strif..
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He
was known as the local Mycophagist
In
the dales, the woods and the hills,
What
happened was sad, for he wasn’t so bad
Just
a..
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The
footsteps echoed on cobblestones
When
a chime rang ten of the clock,
As
a sailor making his way back home
Was
walking up from the..
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‘What
will you buy when Christmas comes
To
show me your love, dear heart?
Will
you fill my bower with fruit and flowers
To
enjo..
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