{"id":579,"date":"2013-09-04T16:27:51","date_gmt":"2013-09-04T16:27:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/2026.ikon2023.eu\/index.php\/selling-england-by-the-pound-lyrics\/"},"modified":"2013-09-04T16:27:51","modified_gmt":"2013-09-04T16:27:51","slug":"selling-england-by-the-pound-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/2026.ikon2023.eu\/index.php\/selling-england-by-the-pound-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Selling England by the Pound – Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tSELLING ENGLAND BY THE POUND<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tPeter Gabriel – lead voice, flute, bass Drum, tamborine, oboe<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTony Banks – organ, mellotron, piano, electric piano, 12 string, voices<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tMike Rutherford – bass, bass pedals, 12 string, cello, voices<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSteve Hacket – electric guitar, 12 string & 6 string solo<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tPhil Collins – drums, percussion, lead voice on “More fool me”<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t OCTOBER 1973<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tDANCING WITH THE MOONLIT KNIGHT<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Can you tell me where my country lies?” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tsaid the unifaun to his true love’s eyes. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“It lies with me!” cried the Queen of Maybe <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– for her merchandise, he traded in his prize. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Paper late!” cried a voice in the crowd. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Old man dies!” The note he left was signed ‘Old Father Thames’ <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– it seems he’s drowned; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tselling england by the pound. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tCitizens of Hope & Glory, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTime goes by – it’s ‘the time of your life’ <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tEasy now, sit you down. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tChewing through your Wimpey dreams, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthey eat without a sound; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tdigesting england by the pound. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYoung man says ‘you are what you eat’ – eat well. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tOld man says ‘you are what you wear’ – wear well. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYou know what you are, you don’t give a damn; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tbursting your belt that is your homemade sham. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe Captain leads his dance right on through the night <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– join the dance… <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFollow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFollow on! Till the gold is cold. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tDancing out with the moonlit knight, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tKnights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThere’s a fat old lady outside the saloon; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tlaying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe deck is uneven right from the start; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tall of their hands are playing apart. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe Captain leads his dance right on through the night <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– join the dance… <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFollow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYou’re the show! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tOff we go with. – You play the hobbyhorse, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI’ll play the fool. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWe’ll tease the bull <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tringing round & loud, loud & round. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFollow on! With a twist of the world we go. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFollow on! Till the gold is cold. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tDancing out with the moonlit knight, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tKnights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. <\/div>\n<\/td>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tI KNOW WHAT I LIKE (IN YOUR WARDROBE)<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIt’s one o’clock and time for lunch, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWhen the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI can always hear them talk. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThere’s always been Ethel: <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Jacob, wake up! You’ve got to tidy your room now.” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd then Mister Lewis: <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Isn’t it time that he was out on his own?” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tOver the garden wall, two little lovebirds – cuckoo to you! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tKeep them mowing blades sharp… <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI know what I like, and I like what I know; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tgetting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Listen son, you’re wasting your time; there’s a future for you <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tin the fire escape trade. Come up to town!” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBut I remebered a voice from the past; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Gambling only plays when you’re winning” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tKeep them mowing blades sharp… <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI know what I like, and I like what I know; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tgetting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWhen the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI can always hear them talk. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tMe, I’m just a lawnmower – you can tell me by the way I walk. <\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tFIRTH OF FIFTH<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe path is clear <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThough no eyes can see <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe course laid down long before. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd so with gods and men <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe sheep remain inside their pen, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThough many times they’ve seen the way to leave. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHe rides majestic <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tPast homes of men <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWho care not or gaze with joy, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTo see reflected there <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe trees, the sky, the lily fair, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe scene of death is lying just below. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe mountains cuts off the town from view, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tLike a cancer growth is removed by skill. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tLet it be revealed. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tA waterfall, his madrigal. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAn inland sea, his symphony. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tUndinal songs <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tUrge the sailors on <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTill lured by sirens’ cry. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tNow as the river dissolves in sea, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSo Neptune has claimed another soul. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd so with gods and men <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe sheep remain inside their pen, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tUntil the Shepherd leads his flock away. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe sands of time were eroded by <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe river of constant change. <\/div>\n<\/td>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tMORE FOOL ME<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHere I am <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWho while away the mornings <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSince you’ve gone <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tToo long have I lay alone <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tNot knowing which way to turn. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd there you are <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tQuite sure that you were right <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tKnowing full well <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThat I’d be the first one <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTo go down. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd you’d be the one who was laughing <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tExcept when things weren’t going your way <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThen the lady would say that she’d had enough <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWandering around on her own. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe day you left <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI think you knew you’d not be back <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWell at least it would seem that way <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBecause you never said goodbye. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBut when it comes round to you and me <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI’m sure it will work out alright. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd you’d be the one who was laughing <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tGiving me something I don’t need <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYou know, I’d always hold you and keep you warm <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tOh! more fool me. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBut when it comes <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tRound to you and me <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI ask myself <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tDo I really believe <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIn your love. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYes, I’m sure it will work out alright. <\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tTHE BATTLE OF EPPING FOREST<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tover East-End Protection rights) <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAlong the Forest Road, there’s hundreds of cars – luxury cars. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tEach has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars – superscars! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFor today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t’cause they disagree on a gangland boundary. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYes, they disagree on a gangland boundary. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThere’s Willy Wright and his boys – <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tone helluva noise, that’s Billy’s boys! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWith fully-fashioned mugs, that’s Little John’s thugs, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthe Barking Slugs – supersmugs! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tFor today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthese Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tEast end heroes got to score in… <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthe Battle of Epping Forest, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tit’s the Battle of Epping Forest, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tright outside your door. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tYou ain’t seen nothing like it. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tNo, you ain’t seen nothing like it, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tnot since the Civil War. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tComing over the hill are the boys of Bill, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand Johnny’s lads stand very still. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWith the thumpire’s shout, they all start to clout <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– there’s no guns in this gentleman’s bout. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tGeorgie moves in on the outside left <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\twith a chain flying round his head; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand Harold Demure, from Art Literature, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tnips up the nearest tree. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t(Here come the cavalry!) <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAdmidst the battle roar, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\taccountants keep the score: 10-4. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThey’ve never been alone, after getting a radiophone. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\thanding out bread and jam just like any picnic. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIt’s 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWhen Billy was a kid, walking the streets, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthe other kids hid – so they did! <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tNow, after working hard in security trade, he’s got it made. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe shops that need aid are those that haven’t paid. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“I do my double-show quick!” said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthen a visit I pay – and does it pay!” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAnd his friend, Liquid Len by name, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tof Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tsaid “I’m breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framded!” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThey called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tmy employers have changed but the name has remained. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIt all began when I went on a tour, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\thoping to find some furniture. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tI followed a sign – it said “Beautiful Chest”. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIt led to a lady who showed me her best. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tShe was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSo she rang the bell, and quick as hell <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBob the Nob came out on his job <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tto see what the trouble was. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“You’re telling me!” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Perhaps, sir, if it’s not too late. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\twe could interest you in our Staffordshire plate?” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“Oh no, not me, I’m a man of repute.” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBut the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out “Shoot!” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tTo save my steeple, I visited people; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tfor this I’d gone when I met Little John. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHis name came, I understood, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\twhen the judge said “You’re a robbing hood.” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHe told me of his strange foundation, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tconceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\the’d had to hide his reputation. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWhen poor, ’twas salvation from door to door. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tBut now, with a pin-up guru every week, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tit’s Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHe employed me as a karmacanic, with overall charms. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tHis hands were then fit to receive, receive alms. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThat’s why we’re in <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthe Battle of Epping Forest, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tit’s the Battle of Epping Forest, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tright outside your door. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWe guard your souls for peanuts, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand we guard your shops and houses <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tfor just a little more. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tIn with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tbut he’s countered on the right by Mick’s chain-gang fight, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tis lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWith his kissar in a mess, Bob seems under stress, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tbut Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug; <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand Harold Demure, who’s still not quite sure, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tfires acorns from out of his sling. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t(Here come the cavalry!) <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tUp, up above the crowd, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tinside their Silver Cloud, done proud, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tthe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tThe butler’s got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot, <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\twith tea from a silver pot just like any picnic. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tAlong the Forest Road, it’s the end of the day <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tand the Clouds roll away. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tEach has got its load – they’ll come out for the count <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tat the break-in of day. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tWhen the limos return for their final review, it’s all thru’ <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t– all they can see is the morning goo. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t“There’s no-one left alive – must be draw.” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\tSo the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score. <\/div>\n<\/td>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\tThe Cinema Show <\/span><\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Home from work our Juliet<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Clears her morning meal.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t She dabs her skin with pretty smells<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Concealing to appeal.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t I will make my bed,<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t She said, but turned to go.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Can she be late for her cinema show?<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Romeo locks his basement flat,<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t And scurries up the stair.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t With head held high and floral tie,<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t A weekend millionaire.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t I will make my bed<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t With her tonight, he cries.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Listen to the old one speak of qall he has lived through.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t I have crossed between the poles, for me there’s no mystery.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Once a man, like the sea I raged,<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t Once a woman, like the earth I gave.<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t There is in fact more earth than sea. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
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\n\t\t\t\t\t\tAFTER THE ORDEAL (INSTRUMENTAL)<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tAISLE OF PLENTY<\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t“I don’t belong here”, said old Tessa out loud. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t“Easy, love, there’s the Safe Way Home.” <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t– and, thankful for her Fine Fair discount, Tess Co-operates <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tStill alone in o-hell-o <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t– see the deadly nightshade grow <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tENGLISH RIBS OF BEEF CUT DOWN TO 47p LB <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tPEEK FREANS FAMILY ASSORTED FROM 17 1\/2 to 12 <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tFAIRY LIQUID GIANT – SLASHED FROM 20p TO 17 1\/2 <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tTABLE JELLYS AT 4p EACH <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tANCHOR BUTTER DOWN TO 11p FOR A 1\/2 <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tBIRDS EYE DAIRY CREAM SPONGE ON OFFER THIS WEEK. <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tIt’s Scrambled Eggs. <\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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