When the nights are dark and stormy
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And the bitter north wind blows
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Cross the fields from Shirehampton
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Where the muddy Avon flows
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Where the Pillites gaily ride
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Over on the ferry from the other side
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The boat starts swingin, you'll hear them singin'
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Float in on the tide!
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Chorus: Pill, Pill, I love thee still
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Even though I'm leaving
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Pill, Pill, I love thee still
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When the ferry boat starts heavin
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When the rain down pours, the thunder roars
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The lightnin flashes bright
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I'll be better by far in The Duke or The Star
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Than on the Old Pill Ferry tonight
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Take me where it's warm and cosy
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Down there with those happy boys
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Where the cheeks are red and rosy
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Cobblers, hobblers, hobbledehoys
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When the stinging winter sleet
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Creeps along the riverside and chills your feet
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For miles around, you'll hear this sound
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Comin' down Pill Street
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Chorus
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On the seven seas I've wandered
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Back to Pill I shall return
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When the hard earned cash is squandered
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For the local girls I yearn
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Captain, Captain, carry me
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Steamer of the channel past Portbury
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Head her south through Avonmouth
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Happy I shall be.
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Pill Pill
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| The Wurzels |
