Part V (john Lee) Lyrics

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Part V (john Lee) Lyrics

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing

But the sea's without a ripple

John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp

And the sea can't use a cripple

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John Lee, you're turning around your plate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a seaman

But his flesh won't make a sailor

Working in a big hotel, waiting for the bell

That's ringing for his labour

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John Lee, your chances are good, you better touch wood

We think things must get better

John Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to help you

Miss Keyes has sent a letter

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"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just write me when

And I'll send someone to meet you"

John's gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, just beginning to belong

"It hasn't been a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay

Close the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when she's tucked in tight

Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's almost like the whole world's dead

So I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my soul to keep"

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"The customary quiet of Babbacombe, a residential suburb of

 Torquay, was greatly disturbed early on Saturday morning

 an

d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a state of intense

 alarm and terror by one of the most frightful tragedies

 that human devilment could plan or human fiend could perpe-

 trate.  The name of the victim was Miss Emma Anne Whitehead

 Keyes, an elder

ly lady of some sixty-eight years.  The name

 of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was 'The Glen'.  She

 was found early in the morning, lying on her dining room

 floor.  Her throat had been horribly cut and there were three

 wounds on her head.  It

 was evident that her murderer had also

 attempted to burn the corpse."