Chugging along, singing a song,
What's round the next bend I'll know before long
My hand on the tiller, I'll whistle and sing
Canals of Old England Carry Me On
My boat is a beauty all seventy feet
Straight as an arrow and painted so neat
Her name on the side, a cratch of bright red
Roses and Castles all round my head
At the end of the day, we tie up to rest
Go up to the pub for a pint of the best
I'll get out me squeezebox, sing you this song
Canals of Old England Carry Me On
Song Canals of Old England
Phil Underwood
