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On Pendle Hill, one starry night,                   
I saw a most mysterious sight.                      
      A witch on broom passed in the sky              
      And as she passed I had to cry:
'Oh witch, oh witch, where do you go?'
But did she answer me? Oh no!

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One summer's eve on Ilkley Moor                 
A tall young man *baht'at I saw,
      And Mary Jane was on his arm                       
      As they both walked around *The Tarn.
Then as I called, they disappeared.
Now don’t you think this rather weird?

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In Ireland on a summer's morn
I saw a tiny leprechaun.
     In a funny hat and coat of green,              
     He was the strangest man I’d seen           
I waved my hand and, as I spoke,
He vanished in a cloud of smoke.

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One afternoon, when in Loch Ness,
I saw the monster they call 'Ness'            
    And with me was my little child
    Who waved to Ness and Nessie smiled.
But then she yet again escaped
Beneath the waters of the lake.

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Note:  Pendle Hill?  (Lancashire); Ilkley Moor?  (Ilkley, Yorkshire - my home and *The Tarn is a small lake on Ilkley Moor where I often walk.  You'd love it for sure.  The story of the young man and Mary Jane is the foundation of our famous song:  'On Ilkley Moor Baht'tat' (without a hat).

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