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The Poppy Lands of Overstrand Stepped off the train from London, In this new holiday town Was looking for adventure, and to see what’s about He couldn’t find no place to stay, So he took to the cliffs Where he found a pretty place, with towering windmill opposite Sleep! Sleep! From the Cliff tops to the deep Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! He knocked on the door and enquired, are there any vacancies He was greeted by Louie, she was only nineteen “Yes we have a room for you” she said with a twinkle in her eye “The room with the best sea view, it’s right next door to mine” Sleep! Sleep! From the Cliff tops to the deep Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! He strolled along the cliff tops, where the fields were ablaze With rows and rows of poppies, how the beauty did amaze And at the end of the Dead End Lane, was the old church tower With its gardens graveyard remains, The sea below waiting to devour Sleep! Sleep! From the Cliff tops to the deep Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! In music of the distance, with eyes that are wet, It’s there I remember, and there I forget! O! heart of my heart! Where the poppies are born, I am waiting for thee, in the hush of the corn. Sleep! Sleep! From the Cliff tops to the deep Sleep! My poppy-land Sleep!
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The Rector of Stiffkey Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea There once lived a Rector Nicknamed Little Jimmy He attended Kings Levees And he fought in the war But who could have predicted What his life had in store He was known as the prostitutes Padre And he made the headlines in more than one way Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea This Rector Little Jimmy Had a soft heart you see His travels to Soho Caused much of a stir He Rescued fallen women Or so he’d conjure He was known as the prostitutes Padre And he made the headlines in more than one way Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea The papers made Jimmy Into a right mockery His stories of charity were not believed So he became an ex-clergyman And was asked to leave. He was known as the prostitutes Padre And he made the headlines in more than one way No more Stiffkey blue cockles No more Stiffkey blue sea He traveled down to Blackpool To ware off his notoriety He fasted in barrels And was arrested for his crimes Still making it into the papers With glorious headlines He was known as the prostitutes Padre And he made the headlines in more than one way He wanted to protest and clear his name So into the cage with the lions he’d tame He’d put his head right into it;s mouth But stood on it’s tail while taking his bow
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The Kings Lynn Witch Chorus La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa Verse 1 You blame me for the withered crops As I am withered, like thee You said I speak words to the devil But he’s your affinity Fiddle break over verse Bridge I once was, like the spring In memory I’ll sing Chorus La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa Verse 2 You line your pockets full of gold A devils work be told A myth, a lie, a fallacy Will be your own demise you’ll see Fiddle break over verse Bridge I once was, like the spring To your demise, I’ll sing Chorus La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa (repeat) Ahhhhh ohhhh La la la la Ahhhhh Ahhhhhhh

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released November 7, 2012

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