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"Can you tell me where |
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my country lies?" |
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said the unifaun to his |
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true love's eyes. |
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"It lies with me!" |
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cried the Queen of Maybe |
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- for her merchandise, |
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he traded in his prize. |
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"Paper late!" |
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cried a voice in the crowd. |
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"Old man dies!" |
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The note he left |
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was signed 'Old Father Thames' |
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- it seems he's drowned; |
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selling England |
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by the pound. |
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Citizens of Hope & Glory, |
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Time goes by - |
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it's the 'time of your life'. |
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Easy now, |
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sit you down. |
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Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, |
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they eat |
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without a sound; |
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digesting England by the pound. |
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Young man says |
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'you are what you eat' - eat well. |
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Old man says |
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'you are what you wear' - wear well. |
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You know what you are, |
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you don't give a damn; |
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bursting your belt |
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that is your homemade sham. |
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The Captain leads his |
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dance right on |
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through the night |
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- join the dance.... |
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Follow on! |
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Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. |
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Follow on! Till the gold is cold. |
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Dancing out with the moonlit knight, |
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Knights of the Green Shield |
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stamp and shout. |
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There's a fat old lady |
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outside the saloon; |
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laying out the credit card |
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she plays Fortune. |
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The deck is uneven |
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right from the start; |
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and all of their hands |
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are playing apart. |
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The Captain leads his |
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dance right on |
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through the night |
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- join the dance.... |
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Follow on! |
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A Round Table-talking down we go. |
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You're the show! |
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Off we go with: |
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-You play the hobbyhorse, |
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I'll play the fool. |
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We'll tease the bull ringing |
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round & loud, |
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loud & round. |
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Follow on! |
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With a twist of the world we go. |
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Follow on! |
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Till the gold is cold. |
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Dancing out with the moonlit knight, |
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Knights of the Green Shield |
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stamp and shout. |