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O little town of Downalong How still you'd like to lie But locals weep and get no sleep As rowdy ems go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting light Good friends and beers for all the years Are in The Sloop tonight
For we're going to have a lock-in And gathered all above While emmets sleep the angels keep Their watch of wondering love O morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth In Halsetown, Hayle and Carbis Bay And even in St. Erth!
How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is given The Tamar bridge is closed tonight The emmets stuck in Devon No way that they'll be coming And in this world of sin Where locals will receive it still Doom Bar comes flowing in
Where children pure and happy Are not known to exist They're sometimes rude and sometimes crude And very often pissed Where society stands watching As employers rob the poor They'll one day rise and with vengeful eyes Come kicking down their door
O holy town of Downalong Remain with us we pray Cast out the snobs and drunken yobs And we'll all shout hooray We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell We can spend our lives in nice St. Ives While the emmets go to hell*
[* Or, as it is more commonly referred to, Birmingham] |
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