A Ballad Of Refreshment

The lady stood at the station bar,

(Three currants in a bun)

And oh she was proud, as ladies are.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

For a weekly wage she was standing there,

(Three currants in a bun)

With a prominent bust and light gold hair.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

The express came in at half-past two,

(Three currants in a bun)

And there lighted a man in the navy blue.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

A stout sea-captain he was, I ween.

(Three currants in a bun)

Much travel had made him very keen.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

A sober man and steady was he.

(Three currants in a bun)

He called not for brandy, but called for tea.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

'Now something to eat, for the train is late.'

(Three currants in a bun)

She brought him a bun on a greasy plate.

(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

He left the bun, and he left the tea,

(Three currants in a bun)

She charged him a shilling and let him be,

And the train went on at a quarter to three.

(And the bun is old and weary.)