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IN OUR TOWN We march to our places with clean hands and faces And pay great attention to all we are told For we know we can never be happy or clever For learning is better than silver and gold We march to our places with clean hands and faces And pay great attention to all we are told In our town, to t'school I go Teacher lets uz call him Joe Everythin' he seems to know But he never tells uz At doing maths I'm very good With bits of paper and lumps of wood What's three times three, well, I'd tell you if I could But we've not been taught it Our language lab, well, it's best in t'land But we've no 'lectric man on hand So it's used by the school brass band Headmaster plays a trumpet I'm top in Art, I don't have to slog Miss liked ma portrait of a moorland bog But it were done by our dog I've found a new medium We've health inspections three times a week Into our eyes, nose, and ears they peek We'd three fifth-formers got destroyed last week What a loss to the nation In our town, to t'school I go Teacher lets uz call him Joe Everythin' he seems to know But he never tells uz @school @home filename[ OURTOWN JN oct96  8note Sheet |
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