Three Pennine Rangers went up to' th' hut, The beans Were on the primus all covered with soot. One Pennine Ranger went to shut the door, The beans fell off the primus and covered the floor. Three Pennine Rangers looking very sad, One said to th' other "Ee my lads that's bad. For there goes our supper, sustaining and supreme. How can a Ranger exist without his beans?" Then in the distance coming very quick Came a Pennine Ranger and in hand a stick An' in t'other, what do you think was seen? You're right first time lads, a dozen tins of beans. Soon the Pennine Rangers were sat down to a feed. Each the other's capacity was trying to exceed. When they had finished they couldn't get through the door. So they had to spend the night with the beans upon the floor. Now my gentle Rangers my story it is told And if you'll take my advice you'll eat your beans stone cold, Without a spoon.