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'Now girls, you finish your rye and milk,'
Tituba said, the slave,
The girls had clattered around the house,
'You girls, you'd better behave!'
S..
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He came down from the mountainside,
His beard was white, his hair was grey,
He brought his retinue of priests
All buckled in a warlike way.
They..
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Gretchen wept in her easy chair
And called for her husband, Karl,
They'd been together for sixty years,
Though both were worn and frail.
They'd ..
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The poet sat in the garden house
Under a hawthorn tree,
And stared at the men in helmets who
Had just come up from the sea.
He gathered his wo..
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A nursery governess stood and stared
At a hundred and fifty ships,
That lay in the Harbour at Lisbon where
They loaded each Galleass,
They brist..
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They met at the Station of Henley Scarp
Set deep in the countryside,
He told her he'd meet her in London Town
When the hue and the cry had died,
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The saltbush stirred in a sullen breeze
At the Coober Pedy Mine,
Where the ground was baked to a shallow crust
With the surface cracked, and line..
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The gypsy walked at the shingle,
Her dress flared out in the breeze,
Her hair tied back with a coloured scarf
As she wandered at her ease,
She f..
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It seems an appropriate time to re-air this one, as the Beatles released
their new digitized versions of their music yesterday.
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They'd just moved into a country house
A mile from the hard top road,
The year had passed in a whirl, and gone,
It was winter, bitter and cold,
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