Through The Iron Gate

Through the iron gate, and he’s gone
See the goslings, the ducklings, the piglets, the lambs
He lets out a little sob
Sometimes he’d still wish
That he slept in a cot
By his Mum and Dad’s bed
He cry NO. «I'm left here
And I’m here on my own.»
Hear the leaves soft lift hush
Make him blush
Pair of welly boots
The crows in cahoots
The eggs on the hob
The corns on their cobs
He let out little sob
Sometimes he’d still wish that he left
Shot through like a bolt
Into mad heifer’s head
He cry NO. «I'm left here
And I’m here on my own.»
Sometimes he’d still wish that he left
Shot through like a bull
But NO