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Laila Liqourice [song version]
Laila Liqourish
Well, the black robed friars grew the sweet root
At St Richards and St Johns in Pontefract
And the local folk called the black gold Spanish
After travelling monks who brought it back
It was used as a medicine to cure a wide range
Of ailments of the gut and of the lungs
And the only side effect of treating the diseased
Was the colour of their lips and t...
Sunday 17th November 2024 2:43 pm
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