These Men of Old England Lyrics – Lemon Kittens

These Men of Old England Lyrics by Lemon Kittens

This body, this case, goes in my tailor’s pall in here, why don’t they raise a little, not too much, pouched in places, one sword blacking, on with earning, off with sacking, prompted cheers, a crumbling joint swiped
Ring stolen, mid finger rings a bell, beefeaters belching in the cloisters, messing tights, watching match of the day

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