AUSTRALIAN RAILWAY STORY
Trains of Treasure CD: THE JILTED ENGINE DRIVER
It has been found that Engine drivers grow to fond of their engines. A railway official said that too much affection on the part of a Driver towards his engine is a menace to efficiency.
Love of my life, when we were young,
How swift we ran together;
How strong our rolling song was sung
In spite of wind and weather;
When you were only one my sweet,
And I was one and thirty-
When I was spry upon my feet,
And you were not so dirty.
When first I saw your running gear
I knew that we were mated;
Although I found your haul, my dear,
Was somewhat overstated-
But oh! your buffer beam was grand,
And how the jumbucks scattered.
When we went roaming through the land
Where nothing really mattered.
What tons of oily waste
Are lavished on you only,
Yet now to other love in haste
You go and leave me lonely;
But go, forget your truest love-
Be happier with the oiler,
I'm sixty-nine and bald above,
I hope he busts your boiler.
I hope he starves you till you squeal,
And clean forgets what grease is,
I hope he cracks your driving wheel,
And strews you round in pieces.
Adieu, I blast you from my heart;
Begone, you hag, and rattle
For evermore a billy cart
Of tortured sheep and cattle.
A poem by H.C. (Inverell), with apologies to the Author.
Printed in the "The Locomotive Journal", Sydney, 25 September, 1930
Trains of Treasure a CD of Australian railway songs and poems