Robert Fuller Murray - A Ballad Of Refreshment

Robert Fuller Murray - A Ballad Of Refreshment

The lady stood at the station bar, br (Three currants in a bun) br And oh she was proud, as ladies are. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br For a weekly wage she was standing there, br (Three currants in a bun) br With a prominent bust and light gold hair. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br The express came in at half-past two, br (Three currants in a bun) br And there lighted a man in the navy blue. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br A stout sea-captain he was, I ween. br (Three currants in a bun) br Much travel had made him very keen. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br A sober man and steady was he. br (Three currants in a bun) br He called not for brandy, but called for tea. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br 'Now something to eat, for the train is late.' br (Three currants in a bun) br She brought him a bun on a greasy plate. br (And the bun was baked a week ago.) br br He left the bun, and he left the tea, br (Three currants in a bun) br She charged him a shilling and let him be, br And the train went on at a quarter to three. br (And the bun is old and weary.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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