| A carriage without horse will go
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| Disaster fill the world with woe
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| In London, Primrose Hill shall be
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| In center hold the bishops sea
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| Chorus:
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| Hear Mother Shipton’s prophecy
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| Clairvoyant or insane?
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| Around the world men’s thoughts will fly
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| Quick as the twinkling of an eye
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| And water shall great wonders do
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| How strange and yet it shall come true
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| Through towering hills proud men shall ride
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| No horse or ass move by his side
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| Beneath the water men shall walk
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| Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk
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| And in the air men shall be seen
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| In water iron then shall float
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| As easy as a wooden boat
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| Gold shall be seen in stream and stone
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| In land yet unknown
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| Through towering hills proud men shall ride
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| No horse or ass move by his side
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| Beneath the water men shall walk
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| Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk
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| They’ll ride astride with brazen brow
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| As witches do on broomsticks now
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| And in the air men shall be seen
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| In White and black and even green
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| A great man shall come and go
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| For prophecy declares it so |