Skimbleshanks The Railway Cat Songtext

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, The cat of the railway train. There's a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine When the night mail's ready to depart. Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble? Has he gone to hunt the thimble? We must find him or the train can't start!" All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters Would be searching high and low Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble? For unless he's very nimble, Then the night mail just can't go!" At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue And the passengers all frantic to a man, That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear. I'd been busy in the luggage van! Then gave one flash of his glass-green eyes And the signal went "All clear!" They'd be off at last for the northern part of the Northern Hemisphere! Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, the cat of the railway train. You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge Of the Sleeping Car Express From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards, I would supervise them all more or less. Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces Of the travelers in the first and the third. He established control by a regular patrol And he'd know at once if anything occurred. He would watch you without winking and he saw what you were thinking And it's certain that he didn't approve. Of hilarity and riot so that folk were very quiet When Skimble was about and on the move. You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks's. He's a cat that couldn't be ignored. So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail When Skimbleshanks was aboard. It was very pleasant when they'd foud their little den With their name wrtten up on the door. And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet on And not a speck of dust on the floor. There was every sort of light you make it dark or bright And a button you could turn to make a breeze And a funny little basin you'er supposed to wash your face in And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze. Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly, "Do you like morning you morning tea weak or strong?" But I was just behind him and was ready to remind him. For Skimble won't let anything go wrong. When they crept into their cozy berth and pulled the counterpane, They ought to reflect that it was very nice To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice. They can leave all that to the Railway Cat. The cat of the railway train. Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, the cat of the railway train. In the watches of the night, I was always fresh and bright. Every now and then I'd have a cup of tea With perhaps a drop of scotch while I was busy keeping on the watch, Only stopping here and there to catch a flea. They were fast asleep at Crewe And so they never knew that I was walking up and down the station. They were sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle Where I met the stationmaster with elation! They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police If there aws anything they ought to know about. When they got to Gallowgate, there they did not have to wait For Skimbleshanks will help them to get out. And he gives you a wave of his long brown tail Which says, "I'll see you again." You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail, The cat of the railway train. You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail, The cat of the railway train.