Little did I think when the judge first spoke Those awful words to me That I would feel again the cold winds blow And a heart would beat in `Babbacombe` Lee I was born to lead a life of sorrow I`ve friends hang their heads in shame Growing tired and weary of the morrow Tortured by my terrible name When I was fifteen, my father called to me Saying "Now you are a man and all men work There`s a lady and they say her name`s Miss Keyes Her pony`s very old, it needs a nurse" For eighteen months I worked for her at ?Hadley Glen? She was like a mother to me But time goes slowly when you`re thinking wishfully Of all the other places to be There were boats drifting in the harbour There were sailors talking in the town That`s the life for a boy who wants to wander For a man who doesn`t want to settle down
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