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The Engineer

Ian Anderson

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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
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