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Post by Monica N'tbayou-Love on Feb 4, 2007 12:35:53 GMT
D'you ken John Peel with his coat so gay D'you ken John Peel at the break of day D'you ken John Peel when he's far, far away With his hounds and his horse in the morning. . . Well the sound of his horn brought me from my bed It was four in the morn, I'd a terrible head If he does it again he will wish he were dead With his hounds and his horse in the morning. . . When he and his men galloped over my field He demolished the crop and ruined the yield So I'll take him to court and his fate will be sealed With his hounds and his horn in the morning. . . . . Well, I took him to court, but the judge found for him Now my savings are gone, and my future looks grim; I am ruined, and all on account of his whim To ride out with his hounds in the morning. . . . . So a night in the woods with my gun I spent John Peel disappeared - no-one knows where he went... v v v v It's so peaceful here, in the prison in Kent Not a sound of a hound in the morning!
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 14, 2007 22:35:03 GMT
Goget em girl, well thought up.
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Post by goona on Feb 23, 2007 22:53:33 GMT
Very good keep them coming
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Post by donnyboy on Feb 26, 2007 0:14:25 GMT
Luv it, luv it, luv it !
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