This Is A Low
And into the sea Go pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and home for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and fall asleep
And the radio says
This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you're alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo
On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty
There is a low in the high Forties
And Saturdays locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin Head, Blackpool looks black and red
And the Queen she's gone round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
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