Mont Morin
HEAR THE SHARPENING O'THA KNIFE
FER SOULS I HARVEST NOW
FAR BEYOND THE FISHING QUAY
WHERE AWAITS ME MONT MORIN
AFORE A CORNISH DAWN
AFORE A CORNISH DAWN YOU ASK
FER HERE I'M BORN AN BRED
AND COME BACK I MUST
EVEN THOU I'M DEAD
THE PAINTED SIGN'S A CLINKING
OUR PARSON HE'S A THINKING
RIDE UPON MY CART OLD DEAR
TIS A FUNERAL IF YER PLEASE
HEAR THE PUPS A SQUEAKING
IN THIS BOX O' DREAMS
NUMBERS RUNES OLD MANS TUNES
HEAR THE SHARPENING O'THA KNIFE!
Copyright © Carrington Marshall | Year Posted 2013
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