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lulworth


carousel ladies with wishing well hats
cricket players with oaken wood bats
trumpet players in the village band
they all had me to make promises
i couldn't keep
they all rode to market
in a green jeep

the durdle door surf
it was mighty a roar
the sand it was fine
and the love was amour

the crabs they were tiny
they bit many toes
and the rugged rocks
they tore at your clothes
the baskets were laden
with lobsters a crying
though there many a chef
happily frying

the lulworth lord weld
he was in his castle terrain
the tanks were fireing upon the range
the castle drew grockels by the score
the trust it was financially fine n secure

though the village was dead now
had sold off its hopes
at the last war times
poor old johnny
said it twas a crime

whilst the car park prices
 were too dear by far
so don't come to Lulworth my dears
 if you get there by car





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