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Over the moor
Take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Over the moor
Take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said: "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says:
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
