If you come down to Whitby's town
Just looking for a frolic
You might drop by a little pub
Where no-one's melancholic!
Not just a common tap and spile,
All sorts get welcomed in,
To lift a glass and sing a tune
At Whitby's Station Inn!


CHO:And oh, we have a jolly time
When the regÕlar crowd comes through,
When Derek sets the singing 'round
And Colin serves the brew
And Andrew fills the mugs again
We make a loverly din
A drinking Sunday night away
At the dear old Station Inn


The crowd comes in to have a pint,
Meandering to the door
But the place is looking spiffy now
So they stay for three or four!
The colour scheme's inviting
The place done up like new
So they often spend the whole night long
A-sipping Andrew's brew.

And oh, we have a jolly time
When the regÕlar crowd comes through,
When Derek sets the singing 'round
And Colin serves the brew
And Andrew fills the mugs again
We make a loverly din
A drinking Sunday night away
At the dear old Station Inn


There's Handsome Jim, when he comes in,
The gals all start to blush
And Emma grabs the largest glass
And fill it with a rush.
Her eyes are bright, her curves are right
Her waistline is the thinnest.
But if you make a bit too free
She'll douse your head with Guinness!

But oh, we have a jolly time
When the regÕlar crowd comes through,
When Derek sets the singing 'round
And Colin serves the brew
And Andrew fills the mugs again
We make a loverly din
A drinking Sunday night away
At the dear old Station Inn



So raise your glass, and health to her,
And honest barkeep Pat,
They keep the tavern running right,
And thanks to them for that!
Now bring a round back to the Snug,
And let the songs begin
Old Whitby's never seen the like
Of our dear old Station Inn!

But oh, we have a jolly time
When the regÕlar crowd comes through,
When Derek sets the singing 'round
And Colin serves the brew
And Andrew fills the mugs again
We make a loverly din
A drinking Sunday night away
At the dear old Station Inn