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Recorded Silliness (1:00): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/vngofob71hvzhx9qnz9ol/God-Rest-Ye-Buried-Gentlemen.mp3?rlkey=1kmxw3x014e38s8dkrj51qlpc&st=pzbx0giw&dl=0

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God Rest Ye, Buried Gentlemen

God Rest Ye, buried gentlemen
You’ve not gone far away
At Father’s beck I had to check
This very Christmas Day
But, sure enough, just as in past,
Quiescently you lay

O-oh, tidings from we, the hoi polloi
Ho-oi polloi
O-oh, tidings from we, the hoi polloi!

You bought the cemetery plots
That lay upon the hill
Because you knew those were the lots
Which bid fair to stay still
When lower slopes their valleys fill
As valleys often will

O-oh, tidings from we, the hoi polloi
Ho-oi polloi
O-oh, tidings from we, the hoi polloi!

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