Through the iron gate
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and he’s gone
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See the goslings
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the ducklings
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the piglets
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the lambs he lets out a little sob
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Sometimes he’d still wish that he slept in a cot by his Mum and Dad’s bed
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He cry NO
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“I’m left here
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and I’m here on my own
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” Hear the leaves soft lift hush
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make him blush
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Pair of welly boots
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the crows in cahoots
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the eggs on the hob
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the corns on their cobs
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he let out little sob
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Sometimes he’d still wish that he left
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shot through like a bolt into mad heifer’s head
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He cry NO
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“I’m left here
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and I’m here on my own
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” Sometimes he’d still wish that he left
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shot through like a bull
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But NO
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Through The Iron Gate
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| Wild Beasts |
