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Miss Binnington's
Just a little cottage on a Hornsea Street That I've not thought of for many years. Miss Binnington served cakes and tea, A rare treat for my mam and me, In her little front room, clean and neat With bay that over looked the street And small round tables three or four, For a certainty no more. Each a splendid little sight Table cloth hospital white And china cups and tea so hot Brought to the table in china pot And little cakes on the cake stand That just seemed to draw the hand. For a little village boy. A little world of terror and joy The decision of which cake to choose And being sure to watch my P's and Q's For not to would probably bring a clout And being marched red faced out Shaming my mam and ruining for me Visiting Miss Binnington's for cakes and tea. I can't remember when but suddenly I noticed Miss Binning ton's Copper Kettle Cafe was gone.
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