Quick...hurry. They're getting away!
"Can't catch us, Missus"
"Caught one at least. Come here, son. There's someone wanting to see you."
|Run, they're coming!|
Down here. They'll never find us!
"Someone chasing you, miss?"
"Child-catchers. They're close. I can smell them."
" I think we're safe"
"No use running, they're gonna find us anyway"
"I'm gonna pull my tongue out, me."
"We're gonna fight the bastards...soft-head's praying."
We've a nice catch here.
"Don't worry boys and girls, Mr Dylan won't harm you."
Picking the best for Mr Dylan
The photo-shoot. Bob Dylan in Liverpool