Ending (jingle) by Unknown
The pin-stripe boys have had their say,
A line must go if it doesn't pay.
But I'm too old to move away,
I'm in the sidings now.
I've worked this line for many a day,
I can name any driver a mile away,
But that's no use when your hair turns grey,
I'm in the sidings now.
Well, now I know how a wagon feels
When the grass comes creeping round its wheels,
And its timbers turn to a woodworm's meals,
I'm in the sidings now.
So I'll give my whistle one more blow,
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