The old steam engine roars down the track,

Black smoke pouring from its stack.

Clicketty-clack rattles its wheels.

As the engine pulls its load with zeal.

Cattle grazing along the rail line,

Lift their heads as this noisy monster

Invades their peaceful pastures,

Then lower their heads and munch again.

Children playing along the way,

Wave and call out a cheery gday.

Farmers working in the fields,

Lift their hats with a friendly wave.

The whistle blows as it nears a town,

Letting them know she was on her way.

With a squeal of brakes she stops

Passengers jump off onto the platform

Once again the whistle blows,

And the conductor calls all aboard

People run out and jump into the carriages,

Slamming the doors behind them.

There is a mournful sound to the whistle to day

As with a rattle and a roar shes off again.

As a new engine has been designed.

To take her place on this line.

The old steam engine roars down the track.

Many years she has been on this line.

But now after a job well done,

She is heading for her final resting place.