Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong
Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
Tis a tale of a captain kidd drinks thy rum it was lots of fun being a pirate bum
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
Look up to skies black dire dirty lock doors and chains knock me down heart i wake lord what is this destitute place piercing body pains for abates
Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call
Institute of contemporary arts down the mall by green park Buckingham palace looks bright shinning like big wheel in the nig… white marble stands victoria pride
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
for thee fall in the lurking lake move me like morning cakes books and food summer pain knock me down my heart in vain lord take me to thy resting place
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally
drink thy wine to a fine dine in the three blackbirds with blueberry pie red rose to a prose to see the mary rose