All Aboard Songtext
von Kevin Doherty
All Aboard Songtext
Well, the train it leaves the market square
Where Wolfe Tone rolled and tumbled
Snakes its way down Saint Oren′s road
Past the pretty blue lines
Past the pretty blue lines
To the drifting porter
To the drifting porter
Hey porter
Hey porter
What time did you say
We're going to make the break of day
Hey porter
We′re heading south
We're heading south
And the telegraph poles are passing by
Like corduroy against the sky
And Bawnhill
We're heading south
We′re heading south
To the north
Past The Lookout
To the Fowler Hall
And a whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Well, I′m a neophyte and tonight's my night
I′m going to kiss the girl to the blue white light
Of the morning
Came without a warning
Well, the wise men say that I'm a fool
And there′s no fool like a young fool
And I'm your fool, our world
We′re heading south
We're heading south
Well, you can keep your east
You can keep your west
It's the north and the south that I like best
We′re heading south
To the border
Oh, there′s a border
Oh, there's a border
I′m going to get me a commission
To check the position of this border
I'm going to get me a commission
To check the position of this border
Oh, there′s a border
Oh, there's a border
We′re heading south
We're heading south
You can keep your east
You can keep your west
It's the north and the south that I love best
We′re heading south
We′re heading south
Bunfoot
Bridgend
And then
The border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Ah, we're heading south
We′re heading south
We're heading south
We′re heading south, hey
All aboard
All aboard
The train
The train
The train
All aboard
All aboard
The train
Hey porter
It's getting late
It′s getting late
It's getting late
Where Wolfe Tone rolled and tumbled
Snakes its way down Saint Oren′s road
Past the pretty blue lines
Past the pretty blue lines
To the drifting porter
To the drifting porter
Hey porter
Hey porter
What time did you say
We're going to make the break of day
Hey porter
We′re heading south
We're heading south
And the telegraph poles are passing by
Like corduroy against the sky
And Bawnhill
We're heading south
We′re heading south
To the north
Past The Lookout
To the Fowler Hall
And a whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Well, I′m a neophyte and tonight's my night
I′m going to kiss the girl to the blue white light
Of the morning
Came without a warning
Well, the wise men say that I'm a fool
And there′s no fool like a young fool
And I'm your fool, our world
We′re heading south
We're heading south
Well, you can keep your east
You can keep your west
It's the north and the south that I like best
We′re heading south
To the border
Oh, there′s a border
Oh, there's a border
I′m going to get me a commission
To check the position of this border
I'm going to get me a commission
To check the position of this border
Oh, there′s a border
Oh, there's a border
We′re heading south
We're heading south
You can keep your east
You can keep your west
It's the north and the south that I love best
We′re heading south
We′re heading south
Bunfoot
Bridgend
And then
The border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Border, border
Ah, we're heading south
We′re heading south
We're heading south
We′re heading south, hey
All aboard
All aboard
The train
The train
The train
All aboard
All aboard
The train
Hey porter
It's getting late
It′s getting late
It's getting late
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