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The Statues - Jake Thackray

Closing time on Saturday it was dark.

Me and Uncle Samuel were lying in the park,

Toes towards the moonlight,

Noses in the flower beds.

But we know that what we saw, we saw.

She was naked. She was cast in bronze,

In bronze,

Standing in the lake amidst the

Corporation swans.

He was millstone grit. He was

Sir Robert Walpole.

And we know that what we heard,

We heard.

"Lady is the water cold tonight,

Or does the silky moonlight warm

Your heart to me?

Or must I hanker for a hundred years again

And never-endingly gaze upon your flanks,

Your face?"

Well, me and my Uncle Sam, oh Constable, well,

We were

Right on her side.

Poor darling, she was shy and

She had her pride, and

Nowhere to hide.

We were there: we saw the aged sire

Shaking with a century of petrified desire,

Climbing from his pedestal all stiff and sooty.

And we know that what we saw, we saw.

He began to tremble and to sway-ay-ay.

We were drunk as penguins but

We saw him clear as day

Clumping to the water's edge,

Sir Robert Walpole,

And we know that what we heard, we heard.

"Lady is the water cold tonight?

Is it the milky moonlight warms my heart to you?

Well let the devil take the park attendant first!

My heart may burst, so I'm not waiting any longer

Lady!"

Me and my Uncle Sam, Inspector, well,

Then we both got

To our feet.

Poor darling she was sweet and not very old,

And awfully cold.

We rolled up our sleeves, we got to work,

Went for him like buffaloes,

Like windmills goneberserk.

He fought like a tiger - we've got the scars

To prove it

And we know that what we've got we've got.

We hung on like death, we did our best.

He was big and gritty and he fought like

One possessed

He was much too good for us was

Robert Walpole,

He put us down and out and he strode on.

Lady was the water cold last night?

Was it the creamy, dreamy moonlight

Warmed your heart?

Oh little nymph, we both did what we could,

But it's so strange: you're infinitely

Changed today.

Well, me and my Uncle Sam, your Worship,

Well, we both feel something's not right:

Today she wears a smile, her face is alight,

And her eyes are bright,

Ever so bright,

Awfully bright.