Fleetwoods near Knott End........


Not the Nott End Ferry
(tune: My Bonney Lies over the Ocean)

A visitor went up to Fleetwood,
For a trip on the Ferry he'd pay
To get to the clog shop at Knott End,
But they told him "we don't run today"

Don't run can't run, we won't run the Ferry today, today
It's not running, you'll just have to find your own way

He said he would wait till tomorrow
The time didn't matter to him
But when he returned the next morning
The weather was looking too grim

The next day was looking quite sunny
But as he pulled up on his bike
The skipper and crew were just leaving
They said they were going on strike

The strike it was over the next day
And just as he started to gloat
They chained up the entry and closed it
They'd just found a hole in the boat

The next day everything went well
Till he found out some kids for a prank
Had been down to the ferry last evening
And run away with the Gang plank

He waited to Sunday to come round
But still he was left in the lurch
For no one was there at the ferry
The staff were all down at the church

With night coming on he decided
If Knott end on sea he must see
With the Knot end ferry not running
A trip on his bike it must be

He set off then on his half marathon
It took him best part of the night
For his bike was not rigged for night riding
He'd only two candles for lights

He arrived in Knott end at sunrise
He made his own way and not paid
But just as he started his gloating
The ferry pulled in at the slade

He ran up and asked them directions
The clog man he wanted to seek
The Captain just smiled and retorted
The shop moved to Fleetwood last week