WE MOVED AWAY FROM THERE
 
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To have a real romantic home
My wife and I desired.
We found a Haunted Grange
Which seemed to be the thing required.
An aged man looked after it,
He'd been there all his life.
We took the Grange, complete with Ghost,
Retainer and his wife.
We moved away from there, I'll tell you why,
It wasn't that the ghosts gave us a scare.
We heard them moving round, but if we called or rang the bell,
The spirits used to disappear, and also strange to tell,
The spirits on the sideboard used to disappear as well.
We didn't stop – we moved away from there.

We moved down to the country,
Where we thought how nice 'twould be
To milk the little ducks and get
The eggs fresh off the tree.
We found a lovely cottage
With 'Bononias'round the door,
Pretty little corner bits,
And hardly any floor.
We moved away from there, I'll tell you why.
There came a sort of something in the air
A kind of an aroma most unpleasant to the nose,
I asked the Landlord, 'Could it be the drains,'did he suppose,
He said 'It can't be drains because the house has none of those.'
We didn't stop – we moved away from there.

We got so tired of moving
That we hired a caravan,
And thought we'd travel, but the rain
Came down and spoiled our plan.
One dark night late, both well soaked through,
And suffering from chills,
We brought the van for shelter
In between two little hills.
We moved away from there, I'll tell you why.
Small holes came in the wagon everywhere.
The cups and saucers burst before our eyes, it seemed so strange,
Till one day it stopped raining and we went out for a change,
We found the hills were targets – we were on the Rifle Range.
We didn't stop – we moved away from there.

Another time I recollect
We took for our abode,
A sort of Queen Anne Villa
In a Garden City road.
The door was round three corners,
The Hall was two feet wide,
The window-sashes all took out
To get the sticks inside.
We moved away from there, I'll tell you why.
'Twas really an unfortunate affair.
One night there came a dreadful storm and in the after-math,
A gust of wind got in between the plaster and the lath,
The whole side of the house fell out and I was in the bath,
We didn't stop – we moved away from there.
 
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Written and composed by Marriott Edgar - 1929
Performed by Tom Clare (1876-1946)
 
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