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Mudlarking Video (MV)




Performed By: Miodes
Length: 3:50
Written by: Bernadette Hinde




Miodes - Mudlarking Lyrics




Found some shade
Got a bucket and spade
Down by the estuary
Got a bloke I don't half fancy
To keep me company

Distant shadows, the mud-larks
Where the headland meets the sea
Blue china and oyster shells
Us, and the old man makes three

Gulls and cormorants circle the bay
Down by the estuary
He came to help me manage
My difficult husband
Forgot to marry me

Porcelain pipes and a coconut shell
Washed up the sea
A lovely pair of leather loafers
What was got in Italy

Oh, what's the use in a fine pair of shoes
All pickled in the brine... (I said
You can take whatever you fancy, dear
From that cold, stiff husband of mine)

Arms got tired from all this digging
Stopped for a cup of tea
A plate of eels, swimming in the jelly
That was caught on the estuary

A useful float and a sign off a sail boat
Down by the estuary
Half the feckin' cockles off the English coastline
'E stuffed in his pockets with glee

He liked a little bit of his mud-larking
Forgot to marry me

Oh, we did have a funny old time of it
Down by the estuary

He took good care of me difficult husband
Forgot to marry me
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Found some shade
Got a bucket and spade
Down by the estuary
Got a bloke I don't half fancy
To keep me company

Distant shadows, the mud-larks
Where the headland meets the sea
Blue china and oyster shells
Us, and the old man makes three

Gulls and cormorants circle the bay
Down by the estuary
He came to help me manage
My difficult husband
Forgot to marry me

Porcelain pipes and a coconut shell
Washed up the sea
A lovely pair of leather loafers
What was got in Italy

Oh, what's the use in a fine pair of shoes
All pickled in the brine... (I said
You can take whatever you fancy, dear
From that cold, stiff husband of mine)

Arms got tired from all this digging
Stopped for a cup of tea
A plate of eels, swimming in the jelly
That was caught on the estuary

A useful float and a sign off a sail boat
Down by the estuary
Half the feckin' cockles off the English coastline
'E stuffed in his pockets with glee

He liked a little bit of his mud-larking
Forgot to marry me

Oh, we did have a funny old time of it
Down by the estuary

He took good care of me difficult husband
Forgot to marry me
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Writer: Bernadette Hinde
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