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(The young amicable fireman called Cinderella)
(Late 1950s) I Would pass the inspector to go banking! (Assist heavy trains on inclines), But then join small groups on regular Branch line duties for city runs and the sea side visits of the river estuary to Jurassic coastline! And the beaches that would attract the summer’s holiday maker! And the last train of the day! Six mile from home? Where two rivers merge! You study your fire! Not too much? (You don’t waste good coals), You have to clean this engines fire box etc! Put it to bed for the night, To sleep for 6hours precisely? When it is off again at dawn for another day! Drummond, Ivatt, Standard 82s and Riddles in rotation? But I have only to ask my driver to burn a touch! And that river I spoke of reflects our sparks when he ‘Winds it up’!! For us to roar home for a brief spell, And I shout ”Enough”, Our engine soon to be entrusted to myself to service and put to bed! And I am home by Midnight just like Cinderella?
