When I'm
heading
for Boston or Norfolk town,
I go the way that never
lets the poor folk down.
I just traipse on my own two feet,
mighty slow but it's hard to beat,
and I know I'm gonna get there.
With old Shank's mare,
that old Shank's mare
Goin' to the city, diddy -um -day,
ring -tum -daddy
I'm on my way now,
I haven't got a worry
and I haven't got a care
And I don't need a red cent to pay for a fare
I might even beat you all there
With old Shank's mare,
that old Shank's mare
I reckon that choo -choo
may have its points
But I'll put all my money
on my good leg joints
Just like the slow but the sure old world,
I do best on the terra firma.
Always know I'm gonna get there,
with old Shakespeare,
that old Shakespeare.
Goin' to the city, diddy -um -day,
ring -tum -diddy,
I'm on my way.
I haven't got a worry
and I haven't got a care,
and I don't need a red
cent to pay for a fare.
I might even beat you all there,
with old shaves of man
I'm goin' to the city, ditty -um -ditty
Ring -tum -ditty, I'm on my way
Hey, I haven't got a worry,
haven't got a care
And I don't need a red
set to pay for fare
Hey, I might even beat you all there
With old Shanks mail,
that old Shanks mail
What, no drop with no
choo -choo trains?
What, no stop with no aeroplanes?
Keep your rapid transit and narrow gauge
Give me old Shanks' bell
an d the marabou's tail