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THE GOOD,THE BAD&THE QUEEN
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The Bunting Song
Pull out the bunting She made then one by one Hang'em in the trees Until a breeze it comes
Move to the country The town has told its tale When the sutumn leaves They fall
And the whole place didn't look the same that night They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall
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Bye baby bunting All England wants you home Away in the hills Where the wild things They roam
So I'll never know why She made then one by one Hanging in the trees 'Till a breeze its comes
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