Nits - Harrow accident

Girl you look so pale you need a holiday Why not take a break in the Scottish hills This turned out to be a very bad advice That I [do?] regret and always will Took you to St Pancras and supplied the fare You took my arm and smiled at me How was I to know this would be the very last time THat we were together you and me It seems like yesterday The day you [went?] away Somehow you couldn't stay Royal Scot was running up the Western route At eighty miles an hour or even more When it left the rails at the points near Harrow Town More than a hundred killed was the tragic score