Lord Blackadder
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Spring???Ahh ... Spring is here
The grass is riz ...
I wonder where
De boidies is ..... 
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Silverfox
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The little boid is on the wing,
But that’s absoid!
Because the wing is on the boid!
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Lord Blackadder
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De boid is singing
Hear de song
A winter trill?
Dat's feck'n wrong!!! 
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WACOlives
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Da boids is on ma windowsill
Ah feeds them ev'ry day
robin, blackbird, jay an' cra'
then Ah shoo them aw' away.... 
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Lord Blackadder
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Da boid got on my windowsill
And hopp'd on to my bed
I got my gun from under my pillow
Den shot orff it's feckin' head!!! 
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WACOlives
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hohoho...
You are cooooorse !
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WACOlives
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The pigeons gobble aw the nuts
they are a greedy bunch
Ah watch n' snigger at em aw
then shoot 4 for ma lunch !
booooomboooom !
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Lord Blackadder
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The craws ur crawin' in ra trees
It's daein' in mah heid!
Ah'm gonnae get mah twelve-bore noo
An' blast thae buggers deid!!!
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Lady of Kincavel
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Spring is here, the cuckoo calls
all day long, it sits and bawls
The valley echoes with it's cries
and other cuckoos send replies
Day in day out, it's still the same
Enough to drive folk quite insane
Week after week the noise goes on
Oh how I wish these buggers gone.
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WACOlives
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The craws are worser in the sun
the buggers squawk in unison
an apart fae eatin awe the grit
they cover my plants in messy shit !!
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Lord Blackadder
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Craws an ravens perch oan bits
O trees an' caw an' get oan mah tits
Wi' noisy noises sure tae offend
They bastards ur drivin' me roon' the bend
In high dudgeon an' jist a trifle
Loudly screamin' fur mah rifle
Ah'm gauntae blast they bliddy things
An' even a sparrae if it daur's tae sing
Ah divnae like thum, no' even bats
Leather or feather, theys ur flyin' rats
Starin' at me wi' unblinkin' eye
Laughin' at me cos ah cannae fly ....
Bastarts a' tae a single burd
Pelted on high fae a greeny white turd
Oh ah'll get them a', ye can be quite sure
An' ah'll turn the f uckers intae manure!!!
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WACOlives
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Fit a coors hoor so ye are..
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Lord Blackadder
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It's a gift!!!
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Lady of Kincavel
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Now Spring is here,
the snow has gone
but now the blooming rain comes on
The wind has blown
and thunder crashed
and our hopes of some spring sunshine dashed
The daffies came up
and took a look
The squirrels woke but didn't come oot
Still never mind
I'm sure we'll find
That summer soon will be roon and aboot
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