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 
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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
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 of the barton with song
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A drink and a four handed reel as I
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 ramble along.
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Let's hear it for the Brakeman, 
without him I'd have to find more 
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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 
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sight to behold.
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I'm keeping my feet above the mulch
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 of the barton with song
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A drink and a four handed reel as I
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 ramble along.
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Let's hear it for the Brakeman, 
without him I'd have to find more 
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words
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Yodelay-ee.