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.)