The Beautiful South
"The whole place is pickled,
The people are pickles for sure, And no-one knows if they've done more here than they ever would do in a jar"
And they found little Annie all covered with ice , still clutching her poor frozen shears , amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand , and watered with all her young tea
Like a toupee on a fading fame
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