[Intro (spoken)]
["James"]
You ready, Mr. Cribbins?

[Bernard Cribbins]
What? Oh. Right, James
Um, okay

[clears throat; coughs]

Hold on just a minute

[coughs]

Right

[clears throat]

[Verse 1: Bernard Cribbins]
I took my love to Primrose Hill
Upon St. Swithin's Day
And pointed out the woody woods
We passed along the way
But, she wouldn't

[Verse 2: Bernard Cribbins]
I took my love to Turnpike Lane
When Michaelmas was nigh
I thought I caught a twinkle
In her pretty little eye
But, I hadn't
[Verse 3: Bernard Cribbins]
I took my love to Potter's Bar
When Halloween was near
And though she seemed quite willing
I'd gone off the whole idea
So, we didn't

[Outro (spoken): "James"]
Thank you very much
Lovely, lovely
I loved that bit in the middle
The trombone going:

[imitates trumpet sound]

What? Oh

[imitates trumpet sound]

Smashing
Most unobtrusivе
Hahaha!

[fart sound]

Oh!