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Another oldie, being aired for the first time.

An old one, from 1974.

He bowed and he doffed his tricorn hat As the wagon both lurched and swayed, It rattled on over the cobblestones, And the mud in the alleyways, ..

I always thought that Jean La Mare was strange, Gave me the creeps, With lank, uncared for russet hair And eyes with depths and deeps, She hung ..

I'd been alone for a year or so Since Norma Jean had died, I stayed in the house I'd bought for her At the end of River Drive, I'd felt her deat..

I stood back on the quay and watched them Raise the anchor, trim the sail, Haul the spinnaker up to catch The gusting breeze once under way; The..

I swore, when my wife took off one night That I'd never love again, She'd left a note by the candlelight: 'I've been seeing other men!' I stood ..

It was shortly after the Second War, The rubble lay in heaps, The bombs no longer dropped, But where they had was bombed for keeps! The lads ran..

As a boy in a ruff and a surplice, gown, I sang in the choir of a country town, Under the eye of the Reverend Burr In a church that had stood for..

The best laid schemes...