Nice Saffron Buns

Jim Wearne copyright 2017

I went to the tea-treat, and what did I see,

Jenny Tredennick a-smilin’ at me.

A lovely young lass who I’ve known a long while,

Who never looked at me with that sort of smile

Teasin’ and naughty and full of good fun

And that’s when I noticed her nice saffron buns.

(Chorus) Nice saffron buns, nice saffron buns
Sweet and mild as the warm summer sun
Travel the world and you surely will run
Back home to Cornwall for nice saffron buns.

“Wouldn’t you like one of these in your hand?”

She asked me and I stood my ground like a man.

I said “They’re soft, round and lovely to see,

But surely not meant for an old ‘un like me.

Of all the young men here there’s got to be one,

More worthy than I of your nice saffron buns.”

(Chorus)

“These youths are all callow, and never can tell

A good bun from bad by the touch or the smell.

It’s only a man who has weathered the storm,

Can truly enjoy these sweet buns while they’re warm.

So stop being bashful and join in the fun

Feel free to try one of my nice saffron buns.”

(Chorus)

I knew opportunity doesn’t knock twice,

She stood there a-smilin’ so sweet and so nice.

I reached out my hand and she moved very near,

When out of the blue my old wife did appear.

She said “Mind your hands boy or you’ll have to run,

If you so much as touch one of those saffron buns.”

(Chorus)