Under (the) moon, spring time still to come
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"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"
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Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood
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Look around at the frightened faces
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One man speaks, loud and loud he cries
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"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!"
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Then they all went for a riot indeed
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Torch in hand and angry glances
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[Bridge:]
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Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn
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(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees!
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- be aware - As old as trees!
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[Chorus:]
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Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
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In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
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Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
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No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!
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In the end, the circle's close at hand
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Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy
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Never they saw their home's door open at night
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Stars witness their silent traces
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[Bridge:]
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Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge
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Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head!
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- she'll pass away - Over her head!
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[Chorus:]
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Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
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In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
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Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
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No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!
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[Solos: Jarpen, Aydan]
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[Chorus x 2]
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A Dreadful Strain
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| Elvenking |
