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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
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She shuffles her feet |
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In that kitchen retreat |
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Victorian respite |
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Irish streets of gold |
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Far removed from her sod |
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Where they ran from an angry god |
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Then settled into |
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Triple Stacked apartment row |
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Yes the husband came next |
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Then young children test |
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No doubt she cared so well |
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Fed an army of six |
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With Ol' Harr in the mix |
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The patience of a saint |
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A virtuous woman |
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Bearer of the family flame |
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Elizabeth, |
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ElizabethWe honor your name |
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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
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Told it was to that |
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HarryShe had up and wed |
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But we never got to know him' |
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Cause the bottle struck him dead |
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Informed he carried that curse |
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Some of us would know |
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So she waved goodbye to |
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HartlandOff to |
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Romsey she'd go |
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Then the kids they have kids |
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Once again testing wits |
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She took it in her stride |
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Up until her last days |
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Steadfast in her ways |
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Inspiring to me |
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A virtuous woman |
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Bearer of the family flame |
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Elizabeth, |
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ElizabethWe honor your name |
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That virtuous woman |
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Bearer of the family flame |
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Elizabeth, |
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ElizabethWe honor your name |
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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
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Sha-La-LaSha- |
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La-LaShine on me |
