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In Horkstow Grange there lived and old miser |
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You all do know him as I have heard say |
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It's him on his men that was named John Bowlin |
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And they fell out one market day |
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With a blackthorn stick old Steeleye struck him |
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As oft times he had threatened before |
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John Bowlin turned round all in a passion |
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And knocked old Steeleye into the floor. |
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Old Steeleye Span he was filled with John Bowlin |
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It happened to be on a market day |
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Old Steeleye swore with all his vengeance |
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He would swear his life away. |
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Pity them what see him suffer |
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Pity poor old Steeleye Span |
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John Bowlin's deeds they will be remembered |
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Pity poor old Steeleye Span |
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Pity poor old Steeleye Span. |
