Jog Along Bess - Vashti Bunyan

Jog along Bess, hop along May

Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day

It’s a long road and weary are we

Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea

Once there was a gypsy man

Selling flowers from a baker’s van

Bess, she pulled him round the town

Pulled her wagon all old and brown

Till one day, we took her away

Painted her wagon bright and gay

Now she finds she’s travelling north

No more wandering back and forth

Jog along Bess, hop along May

Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day

It’s a long road and weary are we

Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea

Once there was an Afghan hound

Loved by no one and pushed around

Tied up in a stable yard

Tangled and timid and howling hard

Till one day, we took her away

Called her Magog;

shortened to May

She hurt a paw, made it sore

Now she runs on three legs instead of four

Jog along Bess, hop along May

Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day

It’s a long road and weary are we

Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea

There lived a dog in London Town

With one ear up and the other ear down

The neighbours said he mustn’t bark

The only grass he knew was in Hyde Park

Till one day, we took him away

Now Blue bounces through fields of hay

But he sits and squeals like a squeaky wheel

When the wheels are rolling, that’s how he feels

Jog along Bess, hop along May

Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day

It’s a long road and weary are we

Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea

Little green wagon in a deep blue sky

Wheels like dandelions passing by

With a picture by Sam, a painting by John

And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along

Lucky green wagon, you were raggedy brown

Now there is red at the hem of your gown

And we brought you a pumpkin, brought you a mouse

We wished very hard and you gave us a house

Jog along Bess, hop along May

Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day

It’s a long road and weary are we

Bubble on kettle and make some tea