| Band of Teachers | 
| Look like Tinkers | 
| Sold invisible things | 
| Always skint! | 
| After they saw | 
| What they had, still had it | 
| They saw what everyone needed | 
| But often in the end | 
| A key to the year, there’s a precious token | 
| Sold to those unaware, it was locked | 
| Kept apart from all other travellers | 
| With their ragged clothes, and change ware hats | 
| Sleeping under cold, cold stars | 
| On the moor, and deep in snow | 
| Heading for a land too far | 
| See the Band of Teachers | 
| Go | 
| Bright coloured pens and patchwork booths | 
| Hitched on the common | 
| Out of the way | 
| Patrolled by young apprentice teachers | 
| Looking for listeners, who didn’t want to wait | 
| Teachers amass for counting styles | 
| Astronomers measured what they would | 
| Literary Teachers, made each one | 
| Geography Teachers, lost in the wood | 
| Sleeping under cold, cold stars | 
| On the moor, and deep in snow | 
| Heading for a land too far | 
| See, the Band of Teachers | 
| Go | 
| Band of Teachers | 
| Look like Tinkers | 
| Sold invisible things | 
| Always skint! | 
| After they saw | 
| What they had, still had it | 
| They saw what everyone needed | 
| But often, not what they want | 
| Sleeping under cold, cold stars | 
| On the moor, and deep in snow | 
| Heading for a land too far | 
| See, the Band of Teachers | 
| Sleeping under cold, cold stars | 
| On the moor, and deep in snow | 
| Heading for a land too far | 
| See, the Band of Teachers | 
| Go |