Tyrolean Knockabout

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I've been strolling down my favourite lane
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And I've been bowling my left arm occasionals again
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Life gets sweeter the more that I understand
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The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land.

Monday morning, the field paths are calling my name
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No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again
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You could join me; my flask is full to the brim
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And let's face it it beats skulking round the
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Seven inch import section with him.
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I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
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A drink and a four handed reel as I ramble along.
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Let's hear it for the Brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words
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Yodelay-ee.
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I've been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laugh
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By unloading outside what he'd call his 'gaff'
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Old fridge freezers - doors all removed like we're told
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His face at the window on waking a sight to behold.
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I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
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A drink and a four handed reel as I ramble along.
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Let's hear it for the Brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words
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Yodelay-ee.