Now clear-eyed. Round-shouldered. Cap worn the wrong way round.
With my lovely blue
Streamlined engine Mallard
We drew away from Grantham
I accelerated up the back
To Stoke Summit and past
Stoke Box at eighty-five
Once over the top
I gave Mallard her head
And she jumped to it
Like a live thing!
Then ‘Undred ‘n eight...
‘Undred an’ nine
‘Undred an’ ten
Go on, old Girl
You can do better ‘n this!
Here’s the man with tattoos
And no shine on his shoes
Tommy’s in his element
Coal goes straight through
Feed that hot mouth
She’s one hungry bird
Keep the rhythm
Never falter
Feed the hot mouth
Eat your fill
Shovel faster Tommy
Shovel faster Tommy
Shovel faster
They will say
Blighter Bray
Sweated buckets
Sweated buckets
Shovel faster Tommy
Shovel faster Tommy
Shovel faster
With my lovely blue
Streamlined engine Mallard
I drew away from Grantham
I accelerated up the back
To Stoke Summit and past
Stoke Box at eighty-five
Once over the top
I gave Mallard her head
And she jumped to it
Like a live thing!
Then ‘Undred ‘n eight...
‘Undred an’ nine
‘Undred an’ ten
Then ‘Undred an’ twenty-three
Then ‘Undred an’ twenty-four
Then ‘Undred an’ twenty-five