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TRAINS OF WATERLOO (Les Barker) As I was a-walking one midsummers evening, All among the brick-red of surburbian sprawl, I met a young maid making sad lamentation, And it seemed all Basingstoke heard her sad call, She walks the street lined with small maisonettes(es), The semi-detatched, the town houses too. Crying day it is over, executives come home again, But my Nigel's not returned upon the Trains of Waterloo. I stepped up to this fair maid and said my fond creature Oh, May I make so bold as to ask your true loves name It's I have done battle in the Cannon Street rattle And by some strange fortune I might have known the same Nigel Clegg's my true loves name, Merchant Banker of great fame He's gone to the wars out on platform two No-one shall me enjoy but my own darling boy No Milkman, and the Postman, and the Man from the Pru If Nigel Clegg's his name a commuter of great fame Then we fought together the daily campaign His brave brolly poking invaders at Woking He was my loyal comrade on the five-thirty train We fought with our Guardians we fought with our Filofax Our rolled umbrellas our telegraphs too We fought every evening all down the platform And back through the night on the Trains of Waterloo Dear lady I bring you the saddest of tidings The five-thirty train it was cancelled you see And Nigel not looking he went to step onto it Straight into the path of the five-thirty-three Your poor Nigel Clegg I have brought you his leg And so sadly she gazed at the limb she once knew And fondly she browsed on one half of his trousers Oh My Nigels not returning on the trains of Waterloo Words:Les Barker Sung by June Tabor and Lesley Davies on ORANGES AND LEMMINGS The Mrs Ackroyd Band Mrs Ackroyd Records DOG 007 filename[ TRNWLOO AG oct99 |
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