| Me and my brother returned to the water
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| I saw a pike that was two feet long
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| Two small magicians, each with a jam jar
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| Cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands
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| Country boys catch tadpoles, dive into water
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| Made shy by their laughter, we wandered down stream
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| And summer rolled o’er us with no complications
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| 'Cept thinking of Mama sometimes in dreams
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| Stand by the drawbridge, waiting for barges
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| Waiting around for smiles from the man
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| Lifting the bridge whilst watching the horses
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| Dragging the slow boats up the canal
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| I do remember the times but no number
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| After the day, but before evening comes
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| Waiting for castles and kettles with roses
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| Painted on barges that sailed into the sun
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| Oh, see the river run, that was by man begun
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| Open the locks, let the boats sail on
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| Taking their castles and kettles with roses
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| With summers of childhood leaving smiles on the man |