| Now Parrish was born on a summer’s morn
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| High up on Salisbury plain
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| His parents were surprised when he opened his eyes
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| And said how do You do Parrish is my name
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| He started in school breaking every rule
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| Violence was his only relief
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| For someone so small
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| To burn down the school hall
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| Was to him an education that just
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| Couldn’t be beat
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| Throughout every, week of every half a year
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| Throughout every month of every day
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| At the age of thirteen
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| When most boys should still be green
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| His experience with women was to say the least great
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| The best way to describe him in later life
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| Is to go back to where it began
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| While abducting a Nun
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| He had suddenly become
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| Converted from a sinner to a
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| Godfearing man
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| Throughout every week of every half a year
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| Throughout every month of every day
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| If he gets to be Pope
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| And who’s to say he has no hope
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| There’ll be one hell of a party down
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| Salisbury way
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| Incredible though it sounds he still astounds
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| All those who hear him speak
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| The man they, used to call
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| The biggest villain of them all
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| Former child delinquent now a good
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| Parish Priest |