Old Taylor said
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Old Taylor meant to cry -- oh my
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Field Marshall meant
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Field Marshall went away again
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Watch out below; the tides
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Lean heavily like wine
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We are all innocent in spite of you and me
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Then Martha went
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Yes Martha went away again
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Down in Transvaal
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Where Crocodiles and men fight on
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They would have played all night
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Even with loaded dice
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It's gold that eats the heart away and leaves
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The bones -- to dry
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Segovia watched
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Gendarmerie and all that's all
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The radio man
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Amanda did you choose your tune
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She walked away in time
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She walked a crooked line
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So gracefully she turned her head
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And smiled -- away
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The Endless Plain of Fortune
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| John Cale |
