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the old pick and shovel accordion days


victor clapcott was a true accordion man
i heard him playing at the pick n shovel in old Poole town
was when my aunt Winnie freemantle wore her rogers wedding gown
you could buy a round then for less than half a crown

he could play that music like no one id heard since or before
we played postman's knock outside that old pub door
there was a cemetery just across the way
the pubs well gone now its a Chinese restaurant now a days

the streets were narrow and the quay was grand
we strolled on ladies walking field where bus station now stands
they sold it off and the canford bourne heath too
gave us baiter point and the arundales view





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