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Out beyond the street lamp's
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And the calliope's roar,
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Past the wrack and samphire,
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Beyond the shore,
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I have seen walking through the tide
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As the rain cuts through the spray,
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Chinese Cockle pickers
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On the sands of Morecambe Bay
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I stood beside them in the corner shop
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And in the market too
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I should have spoken to them
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Told them everything I knew;
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Like our mothers told us
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As we went out to play
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Never try and race the tide
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On the sands of Morecambe Bay
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For the tide's the very devil,
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It will run you out of breath,
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Race you to the sea shore,
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Chase you to your death,
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Yes the tide's the very devil
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And the devil has his day
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On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
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Saw them sending money orders home
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There hard earned pay
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Tales of crossing borders
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On the road to Morecambe Bay;
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Sleeping in crouded rooms
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On cold hard floors
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Sutch dreamless life
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Is not worth dieing for
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Now I see them in the distance
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Laid out in the morning light,
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Migrant workers,
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Twenty-three where drowned last night.
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Their final phone calls
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Half the world had crossed
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Between the river esureys
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They raced the tide and lost.'
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For the tide's the very devil,
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It will run you out of breath,
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Race you to the sea shore,
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Chase you to your death,
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Yes the tide's the very devil
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And the devil has his day
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On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
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In Fujian and Xelang
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They mourn their next of kin,
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Gang masters with snake tattoos,
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Call money lones back in
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Broken hearted parents
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Watch their children stow away,
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To die among the
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Cockle banks of Morecome Bay
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For the tide's the very devil,
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And the devil has his day
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On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
