My sister’s face was black with rage
I did not wish to be engaged
I asked if she’d like some tea?
I had hoped to be scotfree
I did not wish to see the Cheshire plain
I wanted to go out to mountains vain.
He took me home with outbursts of disdain
I got insurance,shall I make a claim?
I saw Welsh mountains and the Mersey low
I could not see the Tunnel, what a blow
Sundays we sent up onto the Moors
Breathing the sweet air one finds up there
Though Winter Hill is bleak we liked the view
I only wish today I might see you.
So far away that no way could I see
The far side of the earth where love roams free
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