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this is a y’oldey folk song


this  is a y’oldey folk song

by misc trad’-aye

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this is a y'oldey folk song

written by anon

in the darker ages

so join in - sing along


this is a y'oldey folk song

nan will know this one

bits of it are missing

but still it carries on

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all schooled out

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all schooled out by dangle dingle dingle dangles

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if poetry told you

to jump off a cliff

onto the hard rocks

oh so far below

or rob a bookies

stockings 'n' sawn-offs

' give us your money '

I hope you'd say no


if poetry told you

to throttle mother

then your stepbrother

in some mad kill fit

then please ignore it

poetry's wicked

the dark beyond us

a true little shit

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i could have been a candlemaker …

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i could have been a candlemaker … by ethelred the unsteady

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oh i could have been a candlemaker

& worked with wicks 'n' wax

then sold 'em off

in my candle shop

but the gods they sent me on another path


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i could have been a candlemaker thence

brushed shoulders with the greats

all would know me

mister artistry

mister blow me once a year on birthday cakes

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flying-low song

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flying-low song by manfred von richthofen

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sometimes when i say ' hello '

i'm accidentally flying-low


i am not a pervert - no

my dodgy zip might be one though


when i realise - up it goes

& then red-face i leg it home


then cry & wonder all alone

do zips have filthy minds

 of their own

?

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of lower power

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of lower power

( dedicated to anyone else who’s a bit bunged up with a cold too )

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wake me up

most things gleam thataways

sundays creep

in the vapour trails

of saturdays

walls hit heads

white noise & fresh air please

wake me up

muse

recharge these batteries

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