Song Of The Iron Road

The Iron road’s a hard road and the work is never ending
Working night and day on the iron way
We’re the boys who keep the engines rolling
You sigh on at the loco shed, they put you to the cleaning
In your dungarees, cleaning super dees
You’re a sweeper-upper, brewer-upper, shovel slinger,
spanner bringer
Steam raiser, fire dropper, general cook and bottle washer
Learning how to keep 'em rolling
When you’ve done your time at the loco shed
and had your share of trouble
On the old footplate, you’re the driver’s mate
And you’re married to a lousy shovel
It’s check the water, check the tools and chuck
the blooming coal in Give the gauge a wipe, check injector pipe, now it’s
Swing your shovel at the double, give her rock
watch the clock
Steam rising, sweat running, back aching, bone shaking
Fireman, fireman, keep her rolling
When you’ve shoveled a million tons of coal
some ten or twelve years later
And your only dream is of raising steam
Then they hand to you your drivers papers
The iron road is a hard road and the work is never ending
Working night and day on the iron way, we’re the
Loco drivers, early riser, lodging turners, mile burners
Eleven quid a week earners
We’re the boys that keep 'em rolling