(Peters)
Girl you look so pale you need a holiday
Why not take a break in the Scottish hills
This turned out to be a very bad advice
That I [do?] regret and always will
Took you to St Pancras and supplied the fare
You took my arm and smiled at me
How was I to know this would be the very last time
THat we were together you and me
It seems like yesterday
The day you [went?] away <- I suggest : passed
Somehow you couldn`t stay
Royal Scot was running up the Western route
At eighty miles an hour or even more
When it left the rails at the points near Harrow Town
More than a hundred killed was the tragic score