Home For A Rest

We arrived in December and London was cold

So we stayed in the bars along Charring cross road

We never saw nothing but brass taps and oak

Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month, I been drunk since I left

These so called vacations won't soon be my death

I'm so sick of the drink, I need home for a rest

Easton station the train journeyed north

And in the buffet car we lurched back and forth

Passed odd crooked dykes and through Yorkshire's green field

We where flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

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By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets

A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet

She teased us and flirt as the pubs all closed down

Then walk us on home and deny us a round

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The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb

And the spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room

I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon

And don't lift up my head till the twelve bells of noon

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