Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs
Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
Met bobby vee by the sea matt munro gent you see Lesley Anne down so free cannon and ball we call alright tommy do for me
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
Abide with thee your so sad to see but thy remain free along all to see a moment with thee
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
Liver birds on royal towers clock a rock hope st we meet down knotty ash diddy bash the cavern club Beatles past while my guitar gently weeps
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
The ashes of the day in the morning. are so red behold i get out of my bed smoke fire alarms to spread ashes. to ashes goodnight fred