Once a bloke called Simon
Marched across the Switzer Alps,
Up over passes
And down slippery slopes.
Followed close behind him
Stumbling, puffing, cursing him
Ten crazy Britons and one mad Oz.
Chorus:
Walking the Haute Route,
Walking the Haute Route,
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,
With ten crazy Britons and one mad Aussie,
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,
John was the fit one,
Walked with hands in pocket,
Madeleine followed close behind, hardly puffed at all,
Alex the mountain goat
Liked to take the direct route
Angela and David brought up the rear.
Chorus:
Walking the Haute Route,
Walking the Haute Route,
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,
Alex the mountain goat
Liked to take the direct route
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,
Christopher and Edith
Liked to walk in unison,
Geoff strode along telling stories all the way,
Robert was wary
Walking round the balconies
Margaret and Helen were glad to just survive.
Chorus:
Walking the Haute Route,
Walking the Haute Route,
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,
And their cries may be heard:
“Not another climb today!”
You’ll come a walking the Haute Route with me,