Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Engineer, artist - Ian Anderson. Date of issue: 13.04.2014
Song language: English
The Engineer |
| All along the new straight track we |
| Plough the old fields under |
| Seven good feet and a quarter inch |
| Broad rails to steal the thunder |
| 100 picks in '36 sent navvies to meet their maker |
| As black Box Tunnel worms its way |
| Past the Company undertaker |
| Hard, cast in iron, that engineer: |
| God bless Isambard! |
| Piston-scraping, furnace-busting |
| (he) plays the winning card |
| Rain, Steam, Speed at Maidenhead — |
| Turner’s vision wide |
| Over bridges, girders, hot-driven |
| Rivets safely guide |
| Passenger wagons from Paddington |
| To Bristol’s briny blue |
| On to break the waves, with a thousand |
| Horses, turn the churning screw |
| Hard, cast in iron, that engineer: |
| God bless Isambard! |
| Piston-scraping, furnace-busting |
| (he) plays the winning card |
| But those bonnie lads from way 'oop |
| North, had to have the final laugh: |
| The ripe new age was the standard |
| Gauge, four foot, eight and a half |
| And rolling out across all Europe |
| Across the mad, bad Empire world |
| Came the age of steam and the engines |
| Roaring, bold brazen Jack unfurled |
| Arching palaces at Praed Street |
| Stand lofty and serene; |
| Home to their maker and his last two |
| Miles to sleepy Kensal Green |
| Hard, cast in iron, that engineer: |
| God bless Isambard! |
| Piston-scraping, furnace-busting |
| (he) plays the winning card |