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Little did I think when the judge first spoke
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Those awful words to me
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That I would feel again the cold winds blow
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And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee

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I was born to lead a life of sorrow
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Friends hang their heads in shame
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Growing tired and weary of the morrow
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Tortured by my terrible name

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When I was fifteen, my father called to me
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Saying, "Now you are a man and all men work
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There's a lady and they say her name's Miss Keyes
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Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse"

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For eighteen months I worked for her at Hadley Glen
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She was like a mother to me
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But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully
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Of all the other places to be

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There were boats drifting in the harbour
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There were sailors talking in the town
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That's the life for a boy who wants to wander
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For a man who doesn't want to settle down