Cuttings from WACHEFELD by The Crows Of Albion

Cuttings

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.

They took a sprig from Hatfeild Hall
And planted it in Wakefield Gaol
A Mulberry bush grew on the spot
Its humble origins forgot
Female prisoners walked at night
Cloaked in Yorkshire moonlight
Round and round the tree they went
Those sinners who could not repent

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.

Before that Mulberry tree had died
They took some cuttings to outside
Planted them in the Merrie City
And still the children sing the ditty
Here we go round the Mulberry Bush
The Mulberry Bush The Mulberry Bush
They incantate that nursery song
Of misdirected lives gone wrong

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.

And when those cuttings grow into trees
The plan is to take cuttings from these
And plant them back behind the walls
So once again the ghostly calls
Of prisoners and children who
Have danced in circles old and new
Will haunt the new-born branches, lush,
Once more around the Mulberry Bush

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.

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