A SONG
O, Cranhamways are steep and greenAnd Cranham woods are high,And if I was that black rook,It’s there that I would fly.But since I’m here in London town,A silly walking man;I’ll make this song and caw itAs loudly as I can.
O, Cranhamways are steep and greenAnd Cranham woods are high,And if I was that black rook,It’s there that I would fly.But since I’m here in London town,A silly walking man;I’ll make this song and caw itAs loudly as I can.
O, Cranhamways are steep and greenAnd Cranham woods are high,And if I was that black rook,It’s there that I would fly.
O, Cranhamways are steep and green
And Cranham woods are high,
And if I was that black rook,
It’s there that I would fly.
But since I’m here in London town,A silly walking man;I’ll make this song and caw itAs loudly as I can.
But since I’m here in London town,
A silly walking man;
I’ll make this song and caw it
As loudly as I can.