Henry Clark Lyrics
Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone
He was a proper master, all of a ship his own
For houses and great land, many gold in store
I know he'd spent the whole lot and would again I'm sure
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The blackbirds are singing
At the breaking of the day
When poor old Henry Clark
Left and went away
For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed
Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head
In the weeks he'd gaze out over Plymouth Bay
To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day
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Now his days are over for he was taken ill
Carried to a workhouse all against his will
Being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired
He only lived for one month then his world expired
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