Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day
Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
Titanic white a star fine shoe shine down the line sail softly in the calm seas eat and drink happy times music plays softly so devine
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
oh you wander to see i bright spark tis a singing lark on a tree in the park walk around the estate
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs