The tune is Loch Lomond
From Virginia's lovely shores off to England's damper climes,
I took a trip on an airplane,
I landed at Heathrow, which is where you tend to go,
Then I ventured forth on the railways.
CHORUS
Oh ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Ashford afore ye,
But Ashford has a twin - in the Midlands - it's a sin,
And I'll never go again on the railways.
On London's underground, I wandered round and round,
When I die, I'm going to haunt the Northern Line,
But I met my Waterloo, as so many travellers do,
When I ventured forth on the railways.
I staggered into Ashford in the early afternoon,
Couldn't find the place where I was staying,
Now I sing this sad lament, as I ought to be in Kent,
And I'll never go again on the railways.