The little blue milk jug.



Bright and fluffy and sharp in the,
a pony on the wishing horse,
a dreaming time shoal course,
a farmer with her family.

Elizabeth's gone to the scoring leg,
there is the sea and there is Cornish mackerel,
the bright light of St Erth,
sighs are what we're worth,
the young runaways sleeping in the sheep pen,
a blessing and a catch your call.

A Maypole on Bluepeter good and usual,
fertility and the free,
try a Jubilee party,
the full cream horn,
hope to fill.

I will cross for the red red rose,
such comradeship to be,
equality at the dancing fayre,
the green tree growing,
flags that care.


"I name this lifeboat, Richard Cox Scott,
God bless her and all who sail in her".

The City of Exeter gently comes to a stop,
all our families give thanks for the holidays to come.

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