Lyrics composed by
John Henderson on the 19th of March, 2012,
to Ray Hubbell's 1916 music for the song, 'Poor
The last steam train ... in Stoon Station's sidings
Lay there alone .... when I heard a moan ...
"Our engine's entrails have fused;
Our tender never is used; .... our once prim coaches abused;
It makes us groan!
For years and years ..... we'd go down to Blairstairs;
Then turn round there .... with more passengers;
All our Stoon engineers ...well maintained our pistons and
But now the rust's .... getting worse from tears."
Beside them stands ... their old driver mourning,
As his sad voice ... tells of days gone by;
He looks me straight in the eye,
Then rages, "I don't know why ... they're left to rot 'neath the
And slowly die!"
I said, "Dear Sir .... I have come to buy them;
For placement in .... my steam-rail museum;
With lots work clearing stains ..... they'll become the best of
Thus pride regain ..... that will never wane."