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Polly Sleeps On Primrose Hill

This song was created for Game of Bands round 37 : "Full On Trippin' Balls Weird."

Lyrics:

Polly sleeps on Primrose Hill
Where the past is breathing still.
High above the city lights
Ride the medieval knights

Hunting over wood and lea
Dragons that we cannot see
Kings sleep sound in feather beds
Queens contrive to keep their heads

The princess told her ladies fair,
"Everything's in disrepair.
London Bridge is falling down.
Add more sequins to my gown."

Polly sleeps on Primrose Hill
While the night is hushed and still
Generations come and go
Still she doesn't stir below

Churches, churches everywhere
Incense rising in the air
Gentle Jesus meek and mild
Spare the rod, spoil the child

Kings and Queens and knights and knaves
Waive the rules and rule the waves
Captain James has set his sails
While the eastward wind prevails

Soon new forms are passing by
Kangaroos and platypi,
Elephants march proud and bold
Carry tributes paid in gold

Mighty metal monsters pound,
Blast the air and shake the ground
Wheels that turn and cogs that grind
Dreams and nightmares to unwind

Lewis Carroll doffs his cap
To an upright-looking chap
One who smiles and winks his eye
Jack the Ripper passing by

Polly sleeps on Primrose Hill
Though the wind grows cold and shrill
Imps and goblins gather round
Still she doesn't make a sound

Churches, churches everywhere
Incense rising in the air
Churches, churches everywhere
Churches, churches everywhere

Here it comes, the news of war
Lives are shaken to the core
Youth's best flowers cut straight down
Monuments in every town

Short the pause and loud the roar
Once the beast is at the door
Bombs are falling from the sky
Under ground the people fly

Then the peace and celebrations
Jumbo jets and TV stations
Taxi cabs and bright red buses
Time to find out what the fuss is

Polly, girl, you?ve slept too long
Polly, wake, and hear my song
Posey clutched against your breast
Must you stay so deep at rest?

Then the peace and celebrations
Jumbo jets and TV stations
Taxi cabs and bright red buses
Time to find out what the fuss is

Polly, girl, you've slept too long
Polly, wake, and hear my song
Posey clutched against your breast
Must you stay so deep at rest?

Polly, girl, you've slept too long
Polly, wake, and hear my song
Polly, girl, you've slept too long
Polly, wake, and hear my song
Polly, girl, you've slept too long
Polly, wake, and hear my song
Polly, girl, you've slept too long
Polly, wake!

Polly sleeps on Primrose Hill
All the winds are hushed and still
High above the city lights
Ride the medieval knights
[Exit]

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