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I'm homesick for my hills again My hills again! To see above the Severn plain Unscabbarded against the sky The blue high blade of Cotswold lie
A very disgruntled group Have posted bills On the Cotswold Hills To prove that we're in the soup. While begging Kipling's pardon There's one thing we
A very disgruntled group Have posted bills On the Cotswold Hills To prove that we're in the soup. While begging Kipling's pardon There's one thing we
A very disgruntled group Have posted bills On the Cotswold Hills To prove that we're in the soup. While begging Kipling's pardon There's one thing we
a happy home Fishing a passion if need to find him Wildmoor water he will be found Fishing for Carp in the Cotswolds and sailing Portsmouth bound Sit
a fuck (huh) All up in your guts (yuh) Run up on me cunt And I'll put you in a chokehold Try my patience Test my anger Dump you in the cotswolds Got
pikey No I don’t have A second home In the Cotswolds Or in Val’de Sere I don’t have A Barbour jacket I have a barber Who cuts my hair I don’t drive
little Cotswold town it steers It went 'cross the sky like a blinding light It landed with a bang and gave her a fright The little pile of ashes
Netflix title credits, original design Crime drama in a rural setting North London to the Cotswolds, we thought it was safe Shotgun in the barn, I
I can be them, unless I feed "them" Cotswold bricks were formed around me From the ground up, so long ago 7 foot wall with no ceiling You peek over,
shows Cockroach with a snot nose and a lost soul A dead sound it could get found in the cotswold Mic batterer, spine shatterer, rhyme patterner, Define
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