Lyrics:
Hey, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he win a groat
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was
In the vastness of the north
Where the sky touches
Lies a place full of stories
That touch the soul
John O'Groats, the village at
The end
Hey, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he win a groat
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was
creatures' lives
Were taken by groat
Our Elected Officials
Seemingly judicial
Promises were made
But so superficial
They've taken our votes
To tie 'round our
on troubled water pouring oil.
Cut your throat like a goat
for your coat, or a groat’s worth of honey.
The sea has banked us on the shore.
Nothing left
Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin'
Culled...for sodden gelatin brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin
Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
easy, so easy
Getting out proves to be the difficulty
From Land`s End to John O`Groats
From Land`s End to John O`Groats
They are making ends meet
stereo
Volume knob turned down low
And rubbish on the radio
From John O'Groats to Elmer's End
With busted lights and dodgy plates
Scrawled with a ball
Groats, I'm down in Land's End
On you I depend!
I see your face when I close my eyes,
And there ain't no place
Like between your thighs
Don't want a life
at John O'Groats, I'm down in Land's End
On you I depend
I see your face
When I close my eyes
And there ain't no place
Like between your thighs
market is done.
To market, to market, a gallop a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot
Three pence a quarter, a groat a side,
If it hadn't been killed
things
So I've written this song as you're growing your wings
And I'll miss you, wherever you go
St Andrews or Oxford, Land's End, John 'O Groats
But
If you've got Groat's Disease
Nothritis in your knees
Neurodermatitus
Or Amoria Phlebitus
Bonerplasia
Or plaxogrammaphasia
Dry Ditch Fever
sjtraolde in dien element
Prakkesere deise al op jonge laeftied
Euver dien toekoms, wie zal dat gaon
En es ich later groat ben mam
Wat mot ich dan doorsjtaon
Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin
Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
change my station
For any other in life.
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor
E'erd had a groat from me
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me
change my station
For any other in life.
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor
E'erd had a groat from me
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me
zie dit.
En es ze jóngk zeen zeen ze aaibaar,
mer ze greuje oppen doer.
En zeen ze groat , neet mieë te haoje,
gaon ze door ein steinse moer.
Drej,
mightier we'll be
Rising up onto the rock
From Land's End up to John O'Groats
Angel of Britannia
Ride on the wings of the Spitfire
Angel of Britannia
Ride
Let's sing for those in peril on the sea
Who labour tirelessly
In their tiny boats
Off John O' Groats
Their socks soaked for me
You see, I do like my
at the Cracker Barrel
Clap your grandmama at the Crate & Barrel
Clap your baby sister at the Old Navy
You god damn hoes is out of control
And the Groats won't
their legend lay in tatters
from perth to john o'groats
the dead sea navigators
should've been seperated at birth
and of course i loved them
clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o'Groats to Airlie,
Ha'e to a man declar'd to stand
Or fa' wi' Royal Charlie!
Come through the heather, around
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