I was ten months in the making,
George’s vision gave me birth,
Though I’m awkward, big and brutish,
Fifty horses is my worth.
I’m a game and canny boiler,
Built and shaped by human hands,
Mighty Trojan strong as Hector,
Oozing sweat through oily glands.
Come on Jinnie light my fire,
Stoke my boiler till I steam;
Then come on Jimmy drive me higher,
Up the slope of George’s dream.
My namesake raced to Waterloo
But my flanged wheels turn stiff and slow;
My smokebox at each piston stroke
Lends my fire a powerful glow.
Muscle bound I heave and haul
Thirty tons of Killingworth coal
Up a hill four miles an hour,
I strain to make those wagons roll.
Come on Jimmy don’t despair,
As I break down most of the time;
Jinnie put your shoulder to me,
Shove me up and down the line.
Others will come after me
To steal my thunder and my parts
But I am first, a true foundation,
From which all future travel starts.
Now George, your reputation’s riding
Over tracks that I’ve laid down,
On a runaway train speeding onwards
Unto glory and renown.
So come on Jinnie light my fire,
Stoke my boiler till I steam;
Then come on Jimmy drive me higher,
Up the slope of George’s dream.
And come on Jimmy don’t despair,
As I break down most of the time;
Jinnie put your shoulder to me,
Shove me up and down the line.
(Gary Miller)
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