For The Sake of Auld Lang Syne

Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night, A whole train stretched behind us without a single light, And through the thin walls we could plainly hear The threats being shouted from both front and rear. The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all. An urgent call of nature on a compartmented train Solved by opening a window to pass water in the rain; But he removed a fitted bulb, modesty being his plan And fused the whole lot behind with a very loud bang Leading to this very tense and worrying situation As the train drew ever nearer to Victoria Station. One hell of a fizzer for damaging a train, Maybe another for peeing in the rain, The trouble only worsening after release From the railway to the military police. And maybe, on top, some demotion For having caused such commotion. When it arrived thank the lord much confusion arose As we hit the platform running and away on our toes As from behind we heard a very loudly voice say That’s where they went as he pointed the wrong way; So we mingled with the crowd having slowed to a walk And joining in freely with all the discontented talk. The gods must have smiled on us to allow us to go To celebrate in Trafalgar Square and later on in Soho. We all joined hands there in the crowded square To sing Auld Lang Syne with those gathered there. A night to remember, New Years Eve 1964 All much too old now for such excitement any more.