Capo Fret 1

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When you're walking in the country,
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Far from villages or towns,
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When you're seven miles from nowhere and beyond

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In some dark, deserted forest
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Or a hollow of the downs,
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You may come across a lonely pool or pond

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And you'll always find a big, brass,
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Broken bedstead by the bank
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There's one in every loch, or mere, or fen

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Don't think it's there by accident,
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It's us you have to thank,
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The society of British bedstead men

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Oh, the hammer-ponds of Sussex
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And the mill-ponds of the west
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Are part of Britain's heritage, the part we love the best

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Every eel and fish and mill-pond
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Has a beauty all can share
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But not unless it's got a big, brass, broken bedstead there

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So we filch them out of attics
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  We beg them from our friends
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We buy them up in auction lots with other odds and ends

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Then we drag them, 'cross the meadows,
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When the moon is in the sky,
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So watch the wall, my darling, while the bedstead men go by