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Wicks' Farm.
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That's where we first met, Jack and me.
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We weren't much more than kids
scratching for a few shillings.
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Whatever we could get.
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Like picking flowers.
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"He loves me. He loves me not.
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"He loves me. He loves me not."
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So what did you come for?
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Need the shillings. Same as everyone.
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So what do you do
when you're not picking hops?
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Well, that would be telling now,
wouldn't it?
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Picking up girls is what I remember.
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It was our holiday, weren't it?
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Well, near as we could get.
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Felt like it.
Well, something different, weren't it?
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Yeah.
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Music and singing every night.
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Uncles, aunts, cousins....
Pickers from every which where.
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And the gypsies.
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The gypsies.
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You can put the spuds on here now.
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Cheryl...
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...quickly, can you go and see
if you can find the children?
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I got these from one of Wicks' hands.
You want them?
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Yeah.
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If you want to help me top and tail
and string them.
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Yeah, all right.
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-There's a chair in here if you want it.
-No, I'll be all right on the grass.
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Chuck them in here.
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See if we can't fill it.