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Part I

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Жанры : folk folk rock british folk british folk-rock

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Little did I think when the judge first spoke
Those awful words to me
That I would feel again the cold winds blow
And a heart would beat in `Babbacombe` Lee
I was born to lead a life of sorrow
I`ve friends hang their heads in shame
Growing tired and weary of the morrow
Tortured by my terrible name
When I was fifteen, my father called to me
Saying "Now you are a man and all men work
There`s a lady and they say her name`s Miss Keyes
Her pony`s very old, it needs a nurse"
For eighteen months I worked for her at ?Hadley Glen?
She was like a mother to me
But time goes slowly when you`re thinking wishfully
Of all the other places to be
There were boats drifting in the harbour
There were sailors talking in the town
That`s the life for a boy who wants to wander
For a man who doesn`t want to settle down

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