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Let me bring you songs from the wood: |
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to make you feel much better than you could know. |
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Dust you down from tip to toe. |
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Show you how the garden grows. |
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Jethro Tull |
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Hold you steady as you go. |
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Join the chorus if you can: |
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it'll make of you an honest man. |
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Let me bring you love from the field: |
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poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. |
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To heal the wound and still the pain |
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that threatens again and again |
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Life's long celebration's here. |
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I'll toast you all in penny cheer. |
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Let me bring you all things refined: |
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galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. |
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Greetings well met fellow, hail! |
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I am the wind to fill your sail. |
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I am the cross to take your nail: |
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A singer of these ageless times. |
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With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. |
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Songs from the wood make you feel much better. |
