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Mud - Up The Airy Mountain Lyrics

We folk, good folk, trooping all together,
Green jacket, red cap and a white house feather.
Down along the rocky shores,
We live amongst the mud pores
Eating crispy pancakes made from yellow tide foam.

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Up the Airy Mountain,
Down the bushy glen
We daren’t go hunting for fear of little men.

High on a hill top and good king sits up
He is now so old and grey he cannot keep his wits up.
There’s music for the master, a cold starry night
While he sups with the Queen from the gay northern lights.
And its..

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Near the Creaky Mountain lake, passed the mosses bear,
There lies a fiery dragon without any hair.
He sleeps in the day time and feeds at night,
When we folk, good folk, stay from sight.

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