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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 Click.

When you leave the train at Blossom Junction, rejuvenated reader, you will be able to make light of the liver, and lighter of the lights, the limelight will light up your headlights, and your heart will be as light as a Lenten lunch.
“That lullsome sensation of leaning back in a pram.”

“That lullsome sensation of leaning back in a pram.”

page 47 Your resemblance to “the face at the window” or “the Boston tar-baby” will have disappeared as clean as a canary at a cat show, and you will have re-entered the arena of life, a bounding illustration of “after taking”—A Trip On The N.Z. Railways.