| As a fair old lady she opens up her eyes,
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| In her hands a steaming cup a feeling that’s got no price.
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| See her grey hair shimmering bright,
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| Sitting in a rocking chair in early morning’s hazy light.
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| I remember the day when I first earned my pay,
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| Down at the docks by the seaside cleaning up the quay.
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| I spent my time there and to tell you the truth,
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| Those were happy days in my long gone youth.
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| That’s the town I love in many ways,
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| That’s the town where I spend my days.
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| Where warm sun shines from above,
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| This fair old lady is my only love.
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| When I returned home from a far away land,
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| I smell what I missed the flavour of this unique brand.
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| I hope that I never have to leave my loved wife,
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| In this rusted shady town I want to exhale my life.
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| That’s the town I love in many ways,
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| That’s the town where I spend my days.
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| Where warm sun shines from above,
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| This fair old lady is my only love.
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| That’s the town I love in many ways,
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| That’s the town where I spend my days.
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| Where warm sun shines from above,
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| This fair old lady is my only love.
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| The clouds I saw them go and come,
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| A smile instead of a glass filled with rum.
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| Down the midnight streets I hear,
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| The church bell ringing in my ear.
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| My day has come it’s my last breath,
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| Oh my lady what a wonderful death.
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| That’s the town I love in many ways,
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| That’s the town where I spend my days.
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| Where warm sun shines from above,
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| This fair old lady is my only love.
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| This fair old lady is my only love,
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| This fair old lady is my only love,
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| This fair old lady is my only love. |