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in stevensons days

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next to the bathroom at the top of the stairs
i remember as children we all said our prayers
the lines of the tables and verse oh so neat
the manners of gentlefolk we all learned to speak

there was food on the table though morsels were meek
we were strong in our culture and our language was weak
we learnt from our masters and held back our tears
as we curtsied and frolicked throughout our play years

the poets were sound then with lines oh so sweet
there were hawkers and pedlar's all run down the streets
the air it was cold and the hares they did run
the farmland was plentiful by the roar of the gun

the fables and stories we were all told
our heroes were wise men and the hills made of gold
the church bells they rang and the congregation grew
there was laughter abroad then and boats sailed from Poole

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