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Hear the whistle from the platform
     As the guard says: 'Time to go.'
See the green flag that waves briskly;
     And the engine’s pull is slow.

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Feel the rhythm and the motion
    As the train moves down the track
With the fireman on the footplate,
     And the guard’s van at the back.

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See the steam blow from the funnel.
     Hear the wheels beat down below.
Feel the rhythm of its heartbeat
     As with power and speed we go.

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In the tunnel, close the windows,
    Smell the smoke that’s blown inside;
Taste the soot upon your taste buds
     As through the dark we glide.

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We explode into bright sunshine,
     Passing through a high ravine;
Then clatter through a valley
    With its fresh pastoral scene. 

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See the cattle in the meadow
     Raise their heads as we pass by? -
Whilst surging smoke drifts upwards
     To besmear the cloudless sky.

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Here are factories and offices - 
     A town appears in sight.
Feel the slowing of the engine,
     And it’s here that we alight.

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