By Way of Abdy

Here’s a little winter story does the rounds
Of our lad Tommy playing ‘dodge ‘em’
Once when ice had frozen all the ground
And t’water were a foot thick over t’ Top dam

CHORUS:
He’s just as good
He’s every bit as good
As any prince or any high and mighty
Lord or Lady Muck
Who’s had a bit of luck
Or half a minute up the royal nighty

Tommy had his blades lashed tightly to his boots
You should have seen him skate and leap and caper
Spirals, spins and figure eights and then he shoots
Right under the noses of the Keepers

‘Get yerself here now!’ the little gaffer calls
‘This is private property, the Law says’
Loudly they bawl, but the more they caterwaul
The faster he flashes, never pauses

The whole afternoon till the slackening of the light
They’re ranting and threatening ‘we s’ll have thi!’
Till with a sudden swoosh and a swish he’s out of sight
And off he saunters home by way of Abdy

He’s just as good
He’s every bit as good
As any prince or any high and mighty
Lord or Lady Muck
Who’s had a bit of luck
From half a minute up the royal nighty

And we’re just as good
We’re every bit as good
As any prince or any high and mighty
Lord or Lady Muck
Who’s had a bit of luck
From half an hour up the royal nighty

Or rather, half a minute up the royal nighty …

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