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Skimbleshanks the cat
The cat of the railway

There's a whisper down the line at thirty-nine
When the Night ready to depart
Saying, "Skimble, where is
Has he gone to hunt the
We must him or the train can't start"

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

At eleven forty-two with the overdue
And the passengers all to a man
That's when I would and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd busy in the luggage van

Then he gave one flash of his eyes
And the signal went 'All
They'd be off at for the northern part
of the Hemisphere

Skimbleshanks, the cat
The cat of the railway

You might say by and large
It was me who was in
Of the Sleeping Car
the driver and the guards
To the bagmen cards
I supervise them all, more or less

Down the corridor he and examines all the faces
Of the travelers in the and the third
He control by a regular patrol
And know at once if anything occurred

He would watch you winking
And he saw you were thinking
And it's certain he didn't approve
Of and riot so that folk were very quiet
When Skimble was about and on the

You could play no with Skimbleshanks
He's a cat that be ignored
So nothing wrong on the Northern Mail
Skimbleshanks was aboard

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

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

Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you brightly
"Do you like morning tea weak or strong?"
But I was behind him and was ready to remind him
For Skimble let anything go wrong

When they crept into their cosy
And up the counterpane
They all could reflect, that it was very
To know that wouldn't be bothered by mice
They can leave all that to the cat
The cat of the train

Skimbleshanks, the cat
The cat of the railway

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

They were fast asleep at and so they never knew
That I was walkin' up and down the
They were sleeping all the while I was busy at
Where I met the station master elation

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

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

You will meet without on the Midnight Mail
The cat of the train