the church bell tolls

empty the hearse

I can't forget her final curse

sods fill the grave

I hear her words

in the elms shriek angry birds

they've all gone now

it starts to snow

her spirit just wont let me go

I rarely sleep

my life is tough

they didn't bury her deep enough

ten years go by

her plot's run wild

today's the funeral of our ch...

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Jimmy would stand in queues

he had nothing better to do

it helped him pass the time

busier than any church pew

he might pick the odd pocket

at girls rubbing and grinning

on Saturday go to confession

confess to a vicar his sinning

mam told him to wrap up warm

made sandwiches for his belly

strange folk he met in queues

impatient grown up and smelly

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