Stands the clock at five past three
And are there sausages for tea?
This tower deserves some real respect,
A place to pause, admire, reflect

It took six years to build the beaut
(they had a job to raise the loot),
1908 it was unveiled,
The burghers of the town exhaled

And ever since it’s told the time
That stylist clock, design sublime,
Its colour? Well, a shade of bisque
Befitting of our obelisk

It’s angle is no whim of fate –
It’s meant to stop the trains being late,
Next time you’re passing, stop a mo,
A debt of thanks we surely owe.