Braunston Belle and the Number One (Roger Gall) When I first saw my Rosie, my heart flew like a bird Our eyes met at Braunston Junction, smiled but ne'r spoke a word I watched, as she drifted on the lock-side, like a swan on Tixall Wide Her hair, was plaited like a fender, head held up, so full of pride Roses and castles, hearts and flowers Counting the days, counting the hours I asked for her hand in marriage and to her father we did run But he'd vowed, that when she married, it would be to a Number One My heart fell, when he started speaking, then Rosie, she held the floor "I'll wed this man or no other, till then I'll work the cut no more" Roses and castles, hearts and flowers Counting the days, counting the hours I swore, that to this place I'd not travel, not to see her work on the land I may leave here a company man, but worthy will return to take her hand She said, she would wait for me, there, each and every Whitsun Day Years passed, and I would hear tell, of my Braunston Belle, from all who passed that way Roses and castles, hearts and flowers Counting the days, counting the hours In time a Number One, I became, 'The Rosie' and the butty 'Ben' Turned south, upon the 'Shroppie' for to see my Rosie again As I passed, all the boat's would cheer, bright ribbons and bunting flew They cleared all the flights for me, for it seemed the whole country knew Roses and castles, hearts and flowers Counting the days, counting the hours The next time, I saw my Rosie, my heart flew like a bird Our eyes meet a Braunston Junction, smiled but ne'r spoke a word I watched as she drifted on the lock-side, like a swan on Tixall Wide Dressed in white, in all her splendour, as she walked on to be my bride Roses and castles, hearts and flowers Counting the days, counting the hours copyright Roger Gall 1996 SX oct99
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