The Lady Stood At The Station Bar, (Three Currants In A Bun) And Oh She Was Proud, As Ladies Are. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) For A Weekly Wage She Was Standing There, (Three Currants In A Bun) With A Prominent Bust And Light Gold Hair. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) The Express Came In At Half-Past Two, (Three Currants In A Bun) And There Lighted A Man In The Navy Blue. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) A Stout Sea-Captain He Was, I Ween. (Three Currants In A Bun) Much Travel Had Made Him Very Keen. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) A Sober Man And Steady Was He. (Three Currants In A Bun) He Called Not For Brandy, But Called For Tea. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) 'Now Something To Eat, For The Train Is Late.' (Three Currants In A Bun) She Brought Him A Bun On A Greasy Plate. (And The Bun Was Baked A Week Ago.) He Left The Bun, And He Left The Tea, (Three Currants In A Bun) She Charged Him A Shilling And Let Him Be, And The Train Went On At A Quarter To Three. (And The Bun Is Old And Weary.)