All Aboard The Beaumont-Hamel (Terry Parsons)

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?

When you park on the Beaumont-Hamel,
You can't stay in your car no more;
Squat and squeeze between the traffic,
Clean the dirt off someone's door.

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?

If you want to catch the ten-to-seven,
You better get up at quarter-to-two;
Put your car down in the line-up,
Don't fall asleep, the horn just blew.

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?

If you want to go to town on Tuesday,
Don't forget the oil trip;
If you ain't got your big blue ticket,
Don't give the boys on the wharf no lip.

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?

Thank God for the Beaumont-Hamel,
Flanders and the Nona's crew;
Everyday out on the tickle,
Snowing and blowing, and dying with the flu.

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?

If you want to travel to Bell Island,
This is what you got to do:
Leave your car in Portugal Cove,
And don't forget your old canoe.

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel,
All aboard the Flanders, too;
She breaks down we got the Nona,
What the hell you going to do?