| They married, a dandy and a back alley tough
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| On the foreshore while kids in the needling rough
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| Stayed low, in, and laid till they’d had enough
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| Of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September
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| By thickets beneath the hot halo above
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| The plague bodies bathed in their talentless love
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| It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
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| O darling don’t put your veil over me
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| From thinking a life was about them when, long
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| They were the thorn in its side
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| The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone
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| At pride it plucked and out, out it pried
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| Where’s the shame in a gentle man? |
| Stand him next to me
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| It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
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| O darling don’t put your veil over me
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| Honey we’ll go without, honey grow old and thin
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| I love you like I love my own skin
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| From thinking a life was about them but stranger
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| The soft women lowed and came in and were in
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| To swoon «O welcome hot united sailor»
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| Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger
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| Did you see a new sun in the sky?
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| The sun is blood and blood is a lie
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| It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
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| O darling don’t put your veil over me…
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| Honey we’ll go without, honey grow old and thin
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| I love you like I love my own skin
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| O my bonny lies over the ocean
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| My bonny grows old and thin
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| I love her like I love my own skin… |