The Cull
Wigsworth and The Clergy
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Plant the seeds Don't ask 'no' questions Sit at ease even when the weather is psychotic And the stick shed once was full We burnt it down in the cold Just don't talk to me about the Cull That little girl, she loves that foal. Grass Seedlings, are scarce In this dark and dreary year But the mud slides on, South Towards the steers NO questions asked no questions need be asked... are time is gone And the stick shed once was full We burnt it down to the coals Just don't talk to me about the Cull Talk to her who named the foal talk to her.... And the stick shed once was full Winter came and took its toll Just don't talk to me about the cull Talk to her who named the foal.
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