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Under (the) moon, spring time still to come |
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"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!" |
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Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood |
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Look around at the frightened faces |
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One man speaks, loud and loud he cries |
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"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!" |
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Then they all went for a riot indeed |
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Torch in hand and angry glances |
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(Bridge:) |
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Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn |
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(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees! |
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- be aware - As old as trees! |
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(Chorus:) |
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Nighttime - never they say, go off alone |
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In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain |
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Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait |
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No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....! |
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In the end, the circle's close at hand |
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Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy |
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Never they saw their home's door open at night |
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Stars witness their silent traces |
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(Bridge:) |
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Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge |
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Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head! |
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- she'll pass away - Over her head! |
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(Chorus:) |
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Nighttime - never they say, go off alone |
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In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain |
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Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait |
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No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....! |
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(Solos: Jarpen, Aydan) |
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(Chorus x 2) |