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Lady Delores -

Won’t you marry me Dolores
On the hill above The hole in the sea,
Won’t you marry me dolores
With the wise men from the old sixties

Won’t you marry me Dolores
Among the dancers of Mexico city
Won’t you marry me Dolores
I’m worth all your rusty pennies

We could be married on this hill
And look upon the plated city
And The golden threaded streets
That t wind along Old Victoria, so pretty

We can play to the beat
Of the children on the swings
And the pumping of their scrawny legs
To the pitch of playful screams

Bring your banjo
And I’ll bring my pretty tambourine
And our feet swim in the soft blades
Of grass washed green

We could be married on this hill
And look upon the plated city
And The golden threaded streets
That wind along Old Victoria, so pretty

What is here on the right cold coast?
Just Cold people, just cold ghosts
They don’t dance for Valencia here

The fog, here
is not so clear, is not so near
that we can cup it in out dirty fingers
hold it in our arms

We could be married on this hill
And look upon the plated city
And The golden threaded streets
That wind along Old Victoria, so pretty

Won’t you marry me Dolores
On the hill above The hole in the sea,
Won’t you marry me
Won’t you be my lady.