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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Richard Thompson

Poor Wee Jockey Clarke

 

Poor Wee Jockey Clarke


Oh, poor wee Jockey Clarke
He sells the News and Star
He whistles and he sings
As he paddles through the glaur
Of all newspaper sellers
He's the best of all the lot
If he'd only make a jacket
Out his father's old coat

Well, Jockey's father took a dram
As you may understand
He was a tyrant to his wife
And a plague unto the land
And oft times by the neighbours
He was called a drunken sot
For his little bitter bairnies
Are neglected and forgot

Yes, says Jockey to his mother
"Lod, woman, I do think shame
You'd think I'd ne'er a father
Nor a mother or a hame
My clothes they are so ragged
Not a hale stitch have I got
Would you try and make a jacket
Of my father's old coat?"

Oh, the jacket it was made
And it was uncommon braw
It was a grand protection
Against the rain and snow
The pouches in particular
Oh, Jockey's mind did please
They would hold a stane of tatties
With the greatest of ease

Oh, says Jockey to his mother
"Lod, woman, I do think shame
You'd think I'd both a father
And a mother and a hame
My clothes they are so neatly
Not a ragged stitch I've got
Since you've made me up the jacket
Of my father's old coat"

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