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 From Blackpood's Maeaxias. THE soNG OF THR MAIL-cOAcHMAN Oh. the days were bright When. young and hght. l drove my team, My four-iu-hand Alcog the strand, Of bioods the cream. But time flies fast Those days arc past, The ribbons are dream Now, there's nothing half % quick in life As steFm, still steam. The Bristol Mail Is bat xsnaiI, The York stands still, The Liverpool Is but a stool--- All gone down hill Your fire you poke, Up springs your smoke, On sweeps the fiery stream Now. there's nothing half so qaick in life As steam, still steam Along the sky The sparkies ay,

 Eos fiy below You leave behind Time, tide and wind Hati, Fain and snow Fhrough mountain cores The engine snores, The gas lamps p1iely gleam Oh, there's Lothing bali 90 quick n l;fe As steam, stili steam. You see hlil. You see a mil. A bis of sky; You see a COW, You see plough. All shooting by. The cabins prance, The hedgerows dance. Like knats in evenings beam Oh, there's nothing half so quick ln lIfe As steam, as steam.

 t1 You hear sound, You feel a bound, You all look blue You've spli; hcrss, A mans eoFse, Al's one to you. Upon the road You meet a load, h vain you wildly scream Oh, there's nothing half % quick m Iafe As steam, still steam. You come fall front Upon huni, Yeu hear yell; You dash along. You crush the throng, Dogs, squires, peii i-meI You see van, The signal man Is snagiy in dream. Oh, there's nothing half so quick in hle As steam, still steam You see fash. You feel crash From tee 10 chin You touch bank. foa top tank. You all plamp in. You next engage. The three-mile stage, And long for my old team. Your trials OCT yoH trust no more To steam, steam, steam.