The Good, The Bad & The Queen - The Bunting Song
Pull out the bunting
She made then one by one
Hang'em in the trees
Until a breeze it comes
Move to the country
The town has told its tale
You'll be forgotten
When the autumn leaves
They fall
And the whole place didn't look the same that night
They put a party on
and waited for the sunlight to recall
All the days a ticking gone
Bye baby bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam
So I'll never know why
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
'Till a breeze it comes
And the country didn't look the same that day
They put a party on
but she just sort away
All the dawn to a day a ticking gone
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