I was nineteen when I came to town
They called in the Summer of Love
They were burningbabies, burning flags

The Hawks against the Doves

I took a job in the STeamie

Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Was working next to me


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She was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child

She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way


Brown hair zig-zag round her face
And a look of half-surprise

Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was an animal in her eyes


She said, young man, O can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here

I'll surely lose my miind

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We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent

And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went


And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth

And babies on the rug

She said O man, you foolish man

It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well


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We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for frost

And I thought maybe we should

We were drinking more in those days

And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch


Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on Derby beat

White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet


And they say she even marriend once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a Gypsy caravan

Was too much settliing down

And they say her flower is faded now

Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just hte price you pay
For the chains you refuse


She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing

And I missher more than ever words could say
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way