One step, two steps, three steps four,
five steps, six steps, there isn’t any more,
we get to the top and have a look around
nothing to see so we go back down
only one thing left to do, this much is plain
as we skip down the steps we’ll sing our song again
With penons flying proudly
see how tall they stand,
not quite in the water
nor yet on the land
standing proud as if on parade
behind a marching band
we salute these natural, flaxen maids
brightening our land
Pablo the pirate
is home from the sea,
his left leg has a wooden stump
just below the knee,
ask him how he lost it
and he will tell to you,
a crocodile bit it off,
in the land of Umpaloo,
he would have had the other
but for him he was too clever,
he tied it up behind his back
making it difficult to see,
so that big green, nasty, greedy croc,
only got one leg for his tea.
A good looking girl from Tredare
was employed in the signal box there
while drivers waited at the crossing
they would watch her adjusting her stockings
and if the train was delayed no-one cared.
The coach trip was over. Unable to get the song out of his head he gathered all the bottles he could find, he even put up a fence in case of accidents, sadly none were green.
A beautiful pixie from Gaul
chose this dress to go to the ball
there were no requests for a dance
or a hint of romance
for green goes with nothing at all.
So we boarded the Northern train
in howling winds and stinging rain.
The guard, with duties now performed
gives one last cry of all aboard.
Green flag raised, his whistle blows,
checks the carriage doors all closed.
Whilst stowing cases overhead
released our snorting fiery steed
With metal and mesh racks overflowing
four bare round lamps, all gently glowing.
As we settle back on the velour seating
Our ankles warmed by piped steam heating.
So leaving the station far behind
we catch the rhythm of the lines.
Windows sealed against the chill
the rhythmic, rocking motion will
enfold us in it’s gentle arms
as we succumb to it’s lazy charms
After eight long hours the race is run
to our right the rising sun
our destination close ahead
reluctantly our journey’s end.
So sadly we depart the Northern train
Counting the days till we ride it again
Mother come quickly, now
please come, come, you must,
for all over the ground
everything’s covered in fairy dust
Outside of my window
is a magical sight,
she stands on tiptoe
eyes wide with delight
Come and see Mother
the moon shines so bright
the trees and the fields
in the cold of the night
all seem to be wearing
a lambs coat so white
So pray, tell me Mother
is this a trick of the light,
If I go to sleep Mother
will it stay through the night
then can I go playing
Oh please say I might