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. )