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Skimbleshanks the cat
The cat of the train

a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine
When the Mail's ready to depart
Saying, "Skimble, is Skimble?
Has he gone to the thimble?
We must him or the train can't start"

All the guards and all the
And the master's daughters
be searchin' high and low
Saying, "Skimble, where is
For unless very nimble
Then the Mail just can't go"

At eleven forty-two with the signal
And the all frantic to a man
when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the van

Then he gave one flash of his glass-green
And the went 'All clear'
be off at last for the northern part
of the Northern

Skimbleshanks, the cat
The cat of the railway

You say that by and large
It was me who was in
Of the Car Express
From the and the guards
To the bagmen playing
I would them all, more or less

the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travelers in the first and the
He establishes by a regular patrol
And know at once if anything occurred

He watch you without winking
And he saw you were thinking
And it's that he didn't approve
Of hilarity and riot so folk were very quiet
When Skimble was and on the move

You could play no pranks Skimbleshanks
He's a cat that be ignored
So nothing went wrong on the Mail
When Skimbleshanks was

It was very pleasant when they'd found their den
With their written up on the door
And the berth was very with a newly folded sheet
And not a speck of dust upon the

There was sort of light, you could make it dark or bright
And a button you turn to make a breeze
And a little basin you're supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window should you

the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly
"Do you like your morning tea or strong?"
But I was behind him and was ready to remind him
For won't let anything go wrong

When they crept their cosy berth
And pulled up the
all could reflect, that it was very nice
To know that they wouldn't be bothered by
They can leave all to the railway cat
The cat of the railway

Skimbleshanks, the cat
The cat of the train

In the watches of the night, I was always and bright
Every now and I'd have a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch I was keepin' on the watch
Only stopping here and to catch a flea

They were fast asleep at Crewe and so they knew
That I was walkin' up and down the
They were all the while I was busy at Carlisle
I met the station master with elation

They see me at Dumfries if I summoned by police
If there was anything they to know about
When they got to there they did not have to wait
For Skimbleshanks would help to get out

And he gives you a wave of his long, brown
Which "I'll see you again"
You meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The cat of the railway

You will without fail on the Midnight Mail
The cat of the railway