Hurry up, please hurry up! It's twenty five to nine
And a handsome train awaits us on the Worth Valley Line.
The whistle blows, the flag is waved and everyone is ready.
We’re pulling out of Keighley and are going nice and steady.
The train chugs off along the line past houses row by row.
You can study people's gardens and discover what they grow.
The whistle blows, darkness comes – we're going through a tunnel.
The smoke that's blowing in on us is coming from the funnel.
All too soon we're out again and into bright sunlight.
There are people on the bridge ahead who’re waving with delight.
We’re halfway there - here’s Oakworth with its lovely flower bed.
The whistle blows, the flag is waved and we’re steaming on ahead.
Here’s Haworth now where we get off – a very "Yorkshire" town.
We'll see the sights, have a meal and then we'll wander round.
At three o'clock we must be back, so don't forget the time
For a handsome train awaits us on the Worth Valley Line.
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