The Crossed Arms Inn

Our church, it has a tower
The chapels, they have none
But I don't care
For you'll find me here
At the bar in th'willage inn

The church it has a font
Some chapels hav'em too
But it is said
They wet my head
By the bar in th'willage inn

If you're baptised with barley
Like this ol'Norfolk boy
You'll grow up strong
With a thirst as long
As the bar in th'willage inn

And wherever I shall wander
Among the cities of the world
It's the barley's kiss
that I shall miss
From the bar in th'willage inn

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