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Every Sunday we go walking to the high part of the town,
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Ever since me father went up there and he found half a crown.
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He said 'this is easy money, the conditions can't be beat!'
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We've never found a penny more, but it keeps us off the street.


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Keep your hands down in your pockets,
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And your eyes down on the ground,
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For the streets are lined with silver,
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In the high part of the town.

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Our house is not so crowded since me mum, she ran away,
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She'd rather live from hand to mouth than live from day to day.
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Well me father's often lonely, but it's a blessing in disguise;
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It's cured me mother's headaches and its cured me dad's black eyes.

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Well a man came from the council for to make me go to school.
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He asked me lots of questions then he told me lots of rules.
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Then they tried to teach geography, but I found it much too hard;
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When they asked me where does coal come from, I answered 'next door's yard!'

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Last Sunday night me father had a bit too much to sup,
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And he swapped his brand new overcoat for a seven-week-old pup.
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They said it is was a bull dog, he believed them I suppose.
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We found it was a poodle with a badly broken nose!

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Well, they sent me home from school last week, 'cause they said that I had nits,
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Me mother said she was ashamed, but I was thrilled to bits.
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The other kids were green with envy, so I knew just what to do;
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I sold them nits at ten pence each, and they all got sent home too!

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Now me father said someday we'll live in the high part of the town,
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But every time he gets a job they close the colliery down.
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It's not when the pits are closing when me father's troubles start;
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It's when they close the pubs as well, it nearly breaks his heart!

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