.Mother makes her tea in the morning
Father lets his bread rise
Sister is in the big smoke
I hope she's alright
Oh come bury your hands in the garden
Even you can grow strong
Bury them deep below
Wet and cold and right
Oh I am a traveller>
I can.
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