Rum Weather
Shabbily Dressed in an old overcoat,
Ragged and threadbare and torn
Carrying a couple of battered old suiltcases,
Each one broken up and worn;
He’ll be out walking from morning til evening
Mile after mile he will go,
But if you wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say
A striding along down the road

Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather...

Down Uppingham Road he wanders along,
Takes a rest at the Spencefield Lane seats,
Then he’s off to St Chads or to the Evington Hall,
Where they’ll make him a nice cup of tea.
Then it’s off to the park til it gets dark,
Mile after mile he will go,
But if you wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say
A striding along down the road

Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather...

Now Lewis’s shop is his favourite spot,
Where they blow the hot air in the yard;
And there all the other tramps gather together
To try to keep themselves warm
There’s old yellow ribbon, two hats, Christmas tree,
Rum Weather and Overcoats as you can see,
You wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say
Goes striding along down the road

Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather...

Everyone says Rum Weather’s a gent,
As they greet him by Lewis’s store,
And though he don’t say nothing more that “Rum Weather”,
He’s never no trouble at all,
He’s just a tramp, never a beggar
In fact there are some says he’s got a rich brother
You wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say
Goes striding along down the road
Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather...