| Away with the buff and the blue
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| And away with the cap and feather
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer
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| I love them better than them both but, man, I can’t get near her
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| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| If only I could be lying there aside her
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| While I must bide here, my arms’ll be denied her
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| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
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| Her breasts are deep and cool, they’ll warm when I get near her
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| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary
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| Sleep I can’t get none for thinking of my dearie
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| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Away with the? |
| gilded? |
| shield and away with the cap and feather
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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| Away with the buff and the blue
|
| Away with the cap and feather
|
| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
|
| Off with the. |
| .. and over the moss and the mire
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| I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |