Pull out the bunting
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She made then one by one
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Hang'em in the trees
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Until a breeze it comes
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Move to the country
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The town has told its tale
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When the sutumn leaves
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They fall
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And the whole place didn't look the same that night
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They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall
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All the days a ticking gone
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Bye baby bunting
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All England wants you home
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Away in the hills
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Where the wild things
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They roam
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So I'll never know why
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She made then one by one
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Hanging in the trees
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'Till a breeze its comes
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The Bunting Song
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| The Good, The Bad And The Queen |
