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The Tsarevitch lay moaning, He was dying in his bed, The bleeding wouldn’t stop, It turned the little fellow’s head, ..

When I was seven, or maybe eight My father left when my mother died, He said he’d take me when he came back, He said he would, ..

‘Why the commotion now, my love? You cry at the breaking dawn, The dog’s asleep in his kennel still Though the c**k has c..

I had given up on Holly, since the time, (When rather jolly), she had Leapt between the covers of My friend, Rick Barnard's bed. She ..

I was down in the Antarctic Taking soundings through the ice, Working with a team of boffins, Roger Cord and David Rice, It was b..

He hid in the fields and hedgerows, And skirted the towns by night, He lay in the barns of deserted farms To sleep, when the time was..

He rang it in the marketplace, He rang it in the street, Old Silas was the Bellman In the village of Purfleet, He’d rung th..

They had briefed us out by Sirius Before the stellar war When the Rogons and Teresans Blasted atoms at the core; And the by-stati..

I saw her first by the apple tree Where she picked the ripe red fruit, Her auburn hair in a twisted coil And a crinoline to suit, ..

There’s an ancient wood where nobody goes That’s hid in the mists of time, It covers a hundred miles or so To the west of..