| With a steady hand on the lever
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| And the signal ready to pass
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| Keep the light burning, fireman
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| And the water, well up in the glass
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| With a shoulder to the rail
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| There’s no better place to be
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| Than the right side of the footplate
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| When you’re travelling by steam
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| Stand in the bight, look for the green light
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| Voices that echo and ring down the line
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| One load to shed, then homeward we tread
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| Till morning and the coal-boy come singing
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| Me granddaddy worked in the railway
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| A bigwig, so I’ve heard talk
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| Me father, he was a driver
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| Travelling pit to port
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| And there’s no better life for a young man
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| With them you must agree
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| When you’re right side of the footplate
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| And you’re travelling by steam
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| Stand in the bight, look for the green light
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| Voices that echo and ring down the line
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| One load to shed, then homeward we tread
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| Till morning and the coal-boy come singing
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| Tomorrow it’s off up to Banbury
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| A lodging turn for me
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| Where I can lay me head on a pillow
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| In a room where I can sleep
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| And it’s up and away in the morning
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| And wipe the clock-face clean
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| And you’re right side of the footplate
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| And you’re travelling by steam
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| Stand in the bight, look for the green light
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| Voices that echo and ring down the line
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| One load to shed, then homeward we tread
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| Till morning and the coal-boy come singing
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| So pick up yer traps and yer Tommy-box
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| We’re reaching the end of the line
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| Keep yer eye on your watch, lad
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| We’ll bring her in on time
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| And it could have been life on the dole queue
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| Or mining for coal at the seam
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| But you’re right side of the footplate
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| And you’re travelling by steam
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| Stand in the bight, look for the green light
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| Voices that echo and ring down the line
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| One load to shed, then homeward we tread
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| Till morning and the coal-boy come singing |