It's been a whole year since we've been around
To stake out our tents upon the hard ground
But we don't ever sleep cuz there's singing and beer
When the folkies go camping at Whitby

We will sing down the moon, the dogs will sing too
And we'll dance 'round the hazards of fresh doggie poo
But with leather leashes, there's lots we could do
When the folkies go camping at Whitby

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