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WHEN THE CHESTNUTS BLOOM IN FLOWER (Dave Blagrove) It's five in the morn, an hour before dawn, And the frost it liming the bank. I'm down in the engine 'ole dipping the sump, And pumping the fuel to the tank. Then it's swing on the handle, compression taps drop, And let her run up to full power. It's just the same way on a morning in May When the chestnuts bloom in flower. Cho: When the chestnuts bloom in flower, When the chestnuts bloom in flower, It's just the same way on a morning in May When the chestnuts bloom in flower. It's a cold winters night, I run by the light, Of Waddington's headlamp the moon. My for-end is breaking a thin skim of ice, And I reckon she'll thicken up soon. The going is slow, there's two miles to go, And the boozer there shuts in an hour. But it's just......... A wet Autumn day, we've been hours on the the way, And I'm feeling knobbed-off with me mates. we're towing the butty uphill through the locks, With a hundred foot line round the gates. Me overcoat's soaked, the brasses are dull, And the motor's aground on a slough. But it's just......... A fine day in July, when the bright swallows fly, And the dragon-flies flit in the reeds. But I'm laid on the counter, poking the blades, Coz the bloody things blocked up with weeds. Then the cut starts to boil, as the thunder-rain drops, Lets hope that it's only a shower. But it's just......... @canal filename[ CHESFLWR DB |
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