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,It’s awf’lly bad luck on Diana ;Her ponies have swallowed their bits She fished down their throats with a spanner .And frightened them all into fits

In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush ;Was blooming round our feet

,Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn ,Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun ,What strenuous singles we played after tea !We in the tournament - you against me

She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window From over Leamington Spa

,Up the ash tree climbs the ivy ,Up the ivy climbs the sun ,With a twenty-thousand pattering ,Has a valley breeze begun