Stank with thee wild cold stew to stachie on my young staig with my stalwart bottle stown stood i be with my wild stoyte fa a all clinkin doited aild goat

First of battle thy score along the Baltic shores ships afloat by the door first world war no more last post for all thee fall

Misty fields of clovers bay to thy wings in flight a stray from the cold damp shores the worlds dine in deep clay over the hills forests plains

Vision of prince albert castle in need of repair queen victoria no stairs Balmoral was a delight both smile for thy plight

I think i am going of my head stare at four walls in my bed deep sleep upon my eye bled wake up cold bed like my shed frustrate in gym legs like lead

one day at a time story tell all kind life is on my mind cry baby cord line wash hands to dry

Passing strangers weep help him back on his feet lost soul found in a hole homeless boy with sheet folds it up looks so neat

Life of the lock gate to open a windy state get home was to late plate steak miss cake pet dog called ted

the end of a parting day in the dark farms barks fades of the light fright howling din rats in bin dark clouds in the town

Leaves of fallen winds agast like the power of snow drift for we seek to our salvation winters trees stills all keep leaves’ of falls crystal tweet

to be in my last abode down the rats old road dark place with toads smell of pork fat loads potty mind game late

Born upon earth shores little baby boy thy adore come what may to stay go to school want to play happy child friends away

Spoils of gods fertile land thy seed of crops we wait harvest plenty for we make for villages life food great water for all life earth state

Pagan a witch ritual jack o lanterns light turnips to pumpkin hollows out to carve to feed ghostly dead

ode.upon thy loving care side my ride dying mare falling down horror scare sleeping long night stare cannot remove mind bare