Rain slickered off the Lillian Way
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Brompton afternoon so cold and grey
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I was singing sky songs when I could
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You thought that I was burning witches
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I was just burning wood
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And it was once upon a wintertime
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Bells were singing the marriage chime
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I fell in love with my English girl….
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Love will soften anything except perhaps your mind
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It’s brutal and barbaric and it sneaks up from behind
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And London season’s needs in rightfuls never rang me wrong
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And all I was doing was an awful lot of chewing
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On the carcass of some silly old song
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I sailed the wild blue yonder
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Yes it was alright
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Still I caught the last tube home
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To my English Girl….
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Some old shadows come a‘ knocking
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Let’s get out of here
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And if the boat starts rocking
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“Shoot the mutineer! Shoot the mutineer!” says my English Girl…..
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English Girls
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| James Reyne |
