The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 6 (October 1, 1929)
Circles of Song
Circles of Song.
Follow the wheels, follow the sun,
Clicketty—clack—you son-of-a-gun,
Over the ranges, under them, too,
Stick to us, digger, and we'll stick to
you,
Bottle your worries and sit on the cork,
Soon you'll be different as cheese is from chalk,
Follow
us brother, and never go wrong,
Follow the galloping circles of song.
We are the boys of the loco, brigade.
Safe as a cradle and swift as a blade,
Follow
us, brother, and see how we “lick,”
Clicketty clacketty clicketty
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“That lullsome sensation of leaning back in a pram.”
A Trip On The N.Z. Railways.