Pulse of Town Bin Bong Bang
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I'm happy with my spinning wheel, And happy with my wool to reel, From head to toes it clothes me fine, And wraps so softly me and mine. I settled down to sing and spin, While low descends the summer sun, Blest with content, and milk and meal, I'm happy with my spinning wheel. On every hand the brooklets wend, Up to my cottage by the bend, The scented birch and hawthorne white, Across the pool their arms unite, Alike to screen the birdie's nest, And little fishes cooler rest: The sun shines kindly where I dwell, Where smoothly turns my spinning wheel. With small to sell and less to buy, Above distress, below envy, Oh who would leave this humble state, For all the pride of all the great, Amid their flaring, idle toys, Amid their cumbrous noisy joys? Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessie at her spinning wheel?
Why should I keep this beaten track Why people always turn me back Hey, little faces, stay away No rules no games Now I choose the freeman way Come Come with me and you will see Surely Peace n calm in harmony Hey, hey-day Now I know the place to go I'm on my way Freeman Way I'll never turn Chorus: All of you behind my back got an inspiration At the bottom of the top-list look at my depression But I Now I wanna play this game in my own direction To make use of your cliche I have no intension
Pulse of Town Bin Bong Bang
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