The Good, The Bad & The Queen – The bunting song
Pull out the bunting
She made then one by one
Hang´em in the trees
Until a breeze it comes
Move to the country
The town has told its tale
When the sutumn leaves
They fall
And the whole place didn´t look the same that night
They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall
All the days a ticking gone
Bye baby bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam
So I´ll never know why
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
?Till a breeze its comes
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