One sunny day near Swindon town,
A-singing fair and free,
Sweet Tink once went that tunnel down,
To see what she could see.
With a hey-down, ho-down, derry-derry down,
With a hey-down, derry-derry down.
She soon came ‘cross the Mountain King,
Tink barely ‘scaped intact;
She hadn’t known it was his thing,
Cruel tortures to exact.
With a hey-down derry, Tink took to wing,
With a derry-down, took to wing.
And ever since she met her bane,
Tink won’t go near a tunnel;
She even will not ride the train
Within the Channel Chunnel.
With a hey-down derry, no train, no strain,
With a ho-down derry, no train.