| Midwinter, two years ago
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| Out to the west a storm began to blow
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| And the word went round to those in the know:
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| The Napoli’s gonna run aground
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| She’s listing a week out of the docks
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| A hundred containers a-heading for the rocks
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| Gather round lads now, quick out of your blocks
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| Everyone’s Branscombe bound
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| Said everyone’s Sidmouth bound
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| Come gangs from the north
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| Lads off the moor
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| Wreckers on the cliffs, get down to the shore
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| Scratch Joe Public
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| What’s underneath?
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| A looter, and a pirate, and a thief
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| All those boxes washed off the deck
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| Right through the hand of the receiver of the wrecks
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| We ought to fill a form in, but no-one's gonna check
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| 'Cause there ain’t no coppers on the shore
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| No, there ain’t no coppers on the shore
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| Come gangs from the north
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| Lads off the moor
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| Wreckers on the cliffs, get down to the shore
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| Scratch Joe Public
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| What’s underneath?
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| A looter, and a pirate, and a thief
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| Five and twenty ponies
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| Trotting through the dark
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| Brandy for the Parson
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| Baccy for the Clerk
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| Lace for a lady, letters for a spy;
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| Watch the wall my darling, while the gentlemen go by
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| Come gangs from the north
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| Lads off the moor
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| Wreckers on the cliffs, get down to the shore
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| Scratch Joe Public
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| What’s underneath?
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| A looter, and a pirate, and a thief
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| Flotsam, jetsam
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| Call it what you like
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| I got a big oak barrel
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| And a german motorbike
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| From Lyme Bay to eBay
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| Tell me where’s the sin?
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| Everyone’s a wrecker 'neath the skin…
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| Come gangs from the north
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| Lads off the moor
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| Wreckers on the cliffs, get down to the shore
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| Scratch Joe Public
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| What’s underneath?
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| A looter, and a pirate, and a thief
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| A looter and a pirate and a thief |