Squeeze Box. Concertina.

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So, bought me a squeeze box. 
Some friends I heard say 
You’ve played lots, harmonicas 
Now squeeze this today. 
Some pumping the bellows. 
Some buttons to trip. 
And you’ll entertain us 
So Doug let her rip. 
Like Matey belowdecks 
Like cowboy’s campfire 
Like troops in the trenches 
Let squeezebox inspire. 
Yes trip a tune gaily 
Or haunting lament. 
You’ll learn in the doing 
Just what Matey meant.

Men singing a little bit high

Refreshing still, joyful

In places once dry.




 


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