Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Trades - The Engineer

Come along Master Gray, let's be off for the day,
 The steam it is up, and is puffing away;
 Our cares we can lighten at Windsor or Brighton,
 Ihe distance is great, and there's little to pay.
 So rapid the pace, no horse in a race
 Could equal the speed of our train;
 How frightfully fast the other trains past.
 I wish we were safe out again.
 Thus on railways we fly (or at least very nigh),
 Few birds on the wing can go faster;
 With a staunch Engineer there is nothing to fear
 Except now and then a disaster.
From March's Penny Library 1860