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I've been proud of my place, taking the back streets,not an easy thing to do, listen to me nowI've been out in a crowd, beating the bounds in andIt's never been easy, bough from the willow tree,keeping the birch off me, it's never been easyTake me walking if you go, round the walls of St. MaloKnights in houses either side, one a secret one a bridetell me stories as we go round the walls of St. MaloI can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to singI've been counting the worms in the woodwork,not an easy thing to do, listen to me nowI am humble and know keeping my eyes low butIt's never been easy, bough from the willow treekeeping the birch off me, it's never been easyTake me walking if you go, round the walls of St. MaloKnights in houses either side, one a secret one a bridetell me stories as we go round the walls of St. MaloI can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to singTake me walking, let me go, round the walls of St. Maloby the window she will stand, broken body in her handNo more song of sweet sorrow, round the walls of St. MaloBind her heart in golden thread, for her nightingaleis dead. From Letras Mania