Sixty Up

The big birthday has arrived: eggs royale, pain au chocolat, a cafetière of coffee. I turned all that down; a good cup of tea was all I needed and then it was on to the saddle. Newcastle here we come. Well, via Waverley.
Goodbye-ee, goodbye-ee,
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee!
Tho' it's hard to part I know,
I'll be tickled to death to go.
Don't cry-ee, don't sigh-ee,
There's a silver lining in the sky-ee,
Bonsoir, old thing, cheer-i-o, chin, chin,
Nap-poo, too-dle-oo,
Goodbye-ee.