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Away with the buff and the blue |
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And away with the cap and feather |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer |
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I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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If only I could be lying there aside her |
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While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver |
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Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary |
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Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Away with the buff and the blue |
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Away with the cap and feather |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire |
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
