Flanders and Swann - Bedstead men

When you're wa^Glking in the cou^Dntry, Far from vill^Gages or t^Downs, When you're s^Ameven miles from n^Dowhere and be^Gyond

In some da^Grk, deserted fo^Drest Or a ho^Gllow of the do^Dwns, You may c^Amome across a lo^Dnely pool or p^Gond

And you'll al^Eways find a b^Amig, brass, Broken be^Ddstead by the bank There's o^Bmne in every loch, or mere, or f^Een

Don't th^Bmink it's there by accid^Gent, It's u^Es you have to t^F#hank, The so^Eciety of Br^F#itish bedstead^Bm men

Oh, the ha^Gmmer-ponds of Su^Dssex And the m^Gill-ponds of the w^Dest Are p^Gart of Britain's heri^Dtage, the p^Amart we l^Dove the b^Gest

Every e^Gel and fish and m^Dill-pond Has a be^Gauty all can s^Dhare But n^Got unless it's g^Dot a big, brass, br^Amoken be^Ddstead th^Gere

^F#So we f^Bmilch them out of attics ^F# We ^Bmbeg them from our friends We b^Guy them up in au^Dction lots with ot^F#her odds and ends

Then we d^Bmrag them, 'cross the me^Gadows, When the mo^Don is in the s^Eky, So wa^Bmtch the wall, my dar^Eling, while the be^F#dstead men go ^Bmby