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This is a kind of nonsense "traditional" leaning folk song, for the "The Violet Edney Folk Art Challenge" - An (visual) artist from my home town

As per the challenge, it is based on one of her pictures

I picked Cherry Hinton hall because (1) My school was so close, and (2) It is the location of the famous Cambridge folk festival

I’ve been walking the road from Wisbech to Harlow Holes in my boots walking mile after mile The sun’s worn me down and I need a rest So I looked for a place I could lay for a while I found a soft spot in the shade of some poplars No stinging nettles and out of the way So I put down my pack and curled up in a ball And soon I was drifting off in the day just trying to get some sleep, don't you see But there was this blackbird up in the tree Voice trilling high, voice trilling low Its a little black bird, and a right so and so At first my thought was to ignore it I was so tired I could just block it out But with every moment there in the calm The little birds song seemed to turn to a shout

When the old church falls there are no walls on love I'd sleep down in the grass with the birds up above Spring blue sky, I’ll delight in it all Here in the grounds of Cherry Hinton hall

I looked up into the bare branches gritting my teeth A stone in my hand ready to throw Then up above I could see a small nest I thought “You got here first” - “I guess I should go” So I made it to Harlow six hours early By abandoning my sleep and pushing right through The Wurzels had their own run in with blackbirds And I guess I got to have my own too

When the old church falls there are no walls on love I'd sleep down in the grass with the birds up above Spring blue sky, I’ll delight in it all Safe in the grounds of Cherry Hinton hall