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Bread & Whisky by Elle Osborne

The old man called for bread and whisky,
Scoffed at the offer of milk for his tea
And up the hill, she hauled hay for the horses
And firewater for his Excellency

All the fields fell white and quiet
The fir trees stood firm and slow
Made for squeals and whispers
All the boughs bow low with snow

And down the hill, they’re carving paths thru the pack ice
The kids are writing curses to the neighbours in the snow
And the neighbours are cussing the parents
Salt in the wounds and grit on the roads

And down by the river at the navigation cottage
They’re under the weather but over the worst
And they’re planting primroses and in the back kitchen
They’ve taken out a stove and left a carousel horse
Oh me, of course, they’ve swapped a firebox for a carousel horse

And some pirate lad tried to get the better of me
Rings in his ears and stars in his eyes
Got no further than a long good night,
Then left a little something to remember him by
Oh me, oh my, left me just a little something to remember him by

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from If You See a Rook on its Own, it's a Crow, released June 5, 2020
Vocals and cello - Elle Osborne
Drums - Alex Neilson
Piano - Jodie Saunders
Bass - Alice Emerson
Guitar and toy piano - Joe Watson

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