| Band of Teachers
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| Look like Tinkers
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| Sold invisible things
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| Always skint!
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| After they saw
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| What they had, still had it
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| They saw what everyone needed
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| But often in the end
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| A key to the year, there’s a precious token
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| Sold to those unaware, it was locked
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| Kept apart from all other travellers
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| With their ragged clothes, and change ware hats
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| Sleeping under cold, cold stars
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| On the moor, and deep in snow
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| Heading for a land too far
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| See the Band of Teachers
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| Go
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| Bright coloured pens and patchwork booths
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| Hitched on the common
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| Out of the way
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| Patrolled by young apprentice teachers
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| Looking for listeners, who didn’t want to wait
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| Teachers amass for counting styles
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| Astronomers measured what they would
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| Literary Teachers, made each one
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| Geography Teachers, lost in the wood
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| Sleeping under cold, cold stars
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| On the moor, and deep in snow
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| Heading for a land too far
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| See, the Band of Teachers
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| Go
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| Band of Teachers
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| Look like Tinkers
|
| Sold invisible things
|
| Always skint!
|
| After they saw
|
| What they had, still had it
|
| They saw what everyone needed
|
| But often, not what they want
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| Sleeping under cold, cold stars
|
| On the moor, and deep in snow
|
| Heading for a land too far
|
| See, the Band of Teachers
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| Sleeping under cold, cold stars
|
| On the moor, and deep in snow
|
| Heading for a land too far
|
| See, the Band of Teachers
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| Go |