Poem

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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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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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper

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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper by augustus carmichael

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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper

in landlocked derbyshire

there's a storm

hitting the shore

but it's no concern around here


the sea is somewhere that a-way

with rocks that wreck men dead

there's mighty waves

there's certain graves

so i'm lonesome but i'm safer here instead

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off & on job

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off & on job by melvyn maybe

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in my mind

well there's this poem

palpitations

throbbing glowing

intermittent

sometimes showing

random

there's no way of knowing


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mentals beckons

is it snowing?

cobwebs 

encroach

grandma's sewing

tax inspectors

ill winds blowing

off & on job

coming

going

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