| May/June 1972

I remember those steam locomotives
With black smoke belching out of their stacks,

Hissing, sizzling and whistling
As they come chuffing down those steel tracks.

Those locomotives really were powerful
Stocked up with a full head of steam,

Looked big and strong from every direction
To run one was every boy's dream.

The fireman-fed her coal-lots of water
Most worthy of his hire was he

The engineer with his hand on the throttle
Oh! he was a great man to see.