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| == '''Song Title:- Hedon Road Gaol''' ==
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| Roud number:- 1077
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| Sung by:- Unknown aged female, Hull, Yorkshire, from a field recording
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| See text, score and notes and listen to recording as sung by Steve Gardham at www.yorkshirefolksong.net
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| At six o' clock the bells do ring
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| For every man to rise,
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| To wash and scrub his little cell
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| And the place he occupies.
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| At seven o' clock skilly comes in
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| Skilly boiling, not!
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| It's sometimes thick and it's sometimes thin
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| And a pint is all you've got.
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| Chorus:
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| All around old Hedon Road Gaol,
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| Where you do no talking,
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| All around aol Hedon Road Gaol
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| When you're teasing tarry oakum,
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| Hessian mailbags in your cell,
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| take warning what I've said,
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| It's a bloody rotten prison for a soldier.
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| And Hedon Road prison smells
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| And the bells are made of brass,
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| And now I've done my six-month
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| You can shove 'em right up your ...
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