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Spragglehagg
02:02
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Harts and Hinds
03:30
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Cast of Thousands
03:58
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O the big ol' sky is larger than our laughter and our tears
Our inheritance forever never mind our fleeting years
Soon we Die
Soon We Die
Tumbling now down the mountainside
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A Knight of Old My Courage Bold
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Days of Plenty
03:11
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We was engirdled by fine fields of corn, encircled by crop circles
Back in days of plenty sweets sold by the quarter pound!
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Old King B
06:12
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Old Bryan he had a voluminous beard
It covered his chops so his face was afear'd
He kept shire horses and snarling dogs
His daughter was buxom and she wore farmer's togs
His expressions were rustic, his head bore an egg
As we danced on his tables and drank from his keg
Our behaviour most foolish his tolerance great
Smashed glasses accrued for the hour was late!
When far too early Old Bryan calls time
On our fun and our frolics, Wotsit challenge sublime
I drank the last ashtray,fell into the night
And speared on his mantrap got given a fright!
Now I'm riven to pieces, displayed in a case,
With a polecat and ferret, glass eyes in my face
As I gaze glassy-eyed the confines of the pub
Hold dingy antiquities but improbably snug
If I was still there now O what horrors I'd see
Old Bryan's last farm show, he now rests in peace?
His pub gastronomic, his clientele posh
Replacing bread pudding is butternut squash
His fireplace now holds flowers, his banter is gone
Repartee now in vogue where his bald pate once shone
The old muddy boots swapped for poncy new shoes
So its out with the old and its in with the new
But some say his ghost is still roaming around
as he rattles his mantraps an egg on his crown,
That clever French Cuisine all sullied and spoiled
With his foul Saxon Curses and old Tractor Oil !!
Old King B, we'll drink a last toast to ye!!
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Supermarket Planetarium
04:19
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Fig O'Splendour
02:37
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Bring Burning Bowls of Burnished Brass
Bring Wine in Slender Goblets
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Nooks and Crannies
03:12
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The tender taste of your tiny toes
Your looks seduce me, your crown it surrounds me
Your looks reduce me to a clown around you
Hustle and Bustle under covers we tussle
Your love is the bridge that leads me to you
(Lyrics contributed to by Jacqui)
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Great Lord Kitchener
04:50
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This is my moustache that you deign to impugn
You sir are a varlet, a fool., a buffoon
Your moustache a silken effeminate wisp
No ladies shall stroke it - they'll think you amiss!
Mine on the other hand betokens great wealth
The ladies all stroke it with vigorous strokes
Not called into question my virile health
When my whole jaw and mandible's a whiskery cloak
When one is peckish, you sir I'll amaze
By producing a pie from my stubbly haze
Than while you eat it my act I'll embellish
I'll produce from my moustache some gentleman's relish
I'll top it all and your praise I'll invoke
When I delve in my 'tache for a packet of smokes
My moustache capacious while your's just a joke
Oh please shave it off sir - you resemble a goat !!
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Chorus of Bees
03:18
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Holy Father grant us Guidance
Can you Grant us a Light to Guide Us
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It did have lyrics but I sang them badly :(
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Know I'm There
03:50
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