Capo Fret 1
G D
When you're walking in the country,
G D
Far from villages or towns,
Am D G
When you're seven miles from nowhere and beyond
G D
In some dark, deserted forest
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Or a hollow of the downs,
Am D G
You may come across a lonely pool or pond
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And you'll always find a big, brass,
D
Broken bedstead by the bank
Bm E
There's one in every loch, or mere, or fen
Bm G
Don't think it's there by accident,
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It's us you have to thank,
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The society of British bedstead men
G D
Oh, the hammer-ponds of Sussex
G D
And the mill-ponds of the west
G D Am D G
Are part of Britain's heritage, the part we love the best
G D
Every eel and fish and mill-pond
G D
Has a beauty all can share
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But not unless it's got a big, brass, broken bedstead there
F# Bm
So we filch them out of attics
F# Bm
We beg them from our friends
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We buy them up in auction lots with other odds and ends
Bm G
Then we drag them, 'cross the meadows,
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When the moon is in the sky,
Bm E F# Bm
So watch the wall, my darling, while the bedstead men go by