Fields of Lavender
She walked through fields of lavender one bright and sunny day
and a young man from Liverpool she met upon the way
They walked and talked, they laughed and chaffed and he lay her down to kiss
when the air was rent by a strong, deep voice saying "What, my love, is this?"
She looked and saw her lover there, with his face of pirate hue
and the young man from Liverpool knew that this was 'Mad Macrew'
He felt some fear but she said , my dear, I like you but I love him too
and she liked the look of both of them as with both of them off she flew
So no battle did ensue, and the lovely fields of lavender just grew, so sweet, so blue
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