Through the Iron Gate Wild Beasts

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."