Train Songs
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jrcrawford4
Poor & Needy
Wreck of No. 5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJMCJoM1oII (Mac Wiseman)
Wreck on the C&O Road a.k.a. Engine 143: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy4a2XB_dAU by the Carter Family or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQJr2wlO76s for Johnny Cash
City of New Orleans: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEe9DF_mUEI (Arlo) and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7gp7MlHBws for Johnny Cash's boss version.
Wreck on the C&O Road a.k.a. Engine 143: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy4a2XB_dAU by the Carter Family or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQJr2wlO76s for Johnny Cash
City of New Orleans: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEe9DF_mUEI (Arlo) and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7gp7MlHBws for Johnny Cash's boss version.
Dinorius_Redundicus
kuid 68213
Here Comes Your Man by The Pixies
Never realized this catchy tune was train-related until I read the lyrics..."Outside there's a boxcar waiting...". Apparently inspired by the hobos who live in boxcars.
Never realized this catchy tune was train-related until I read the lyrics..."Outside there's a boxcar waiting...". Apparently inspired by the hobos who live in boxcars.
Or a Scottish railway poem? I've added a 'translation' below in case anyone's confused. The poem recounts a young child's journey on a train along the Fife coast on the approach to the town of Kirkcaldy (pronounced Kirkawdy), a town formerly (in)famous for the pungent aroma created by the linoleum factories there.
Whit wey does the engine say 'Toot-toot'?
Is it feart to gang in the tunnel?
Whit wey is the furnace nae pit oot
When the rain gangs doon the funnel?
What'll I hae for my tea the nicht?
A herrin', or maybe a haddie?
Has Gran'ma gotten electric licht?
Is the next stop Kirkcaddy?
There's a hoodie-craw on yon turnip-raw!
An' seagulls! - sax or seeven.
I'll no fa' oot o' the windae, Maw,
Its sneckit, as sure as I'm leevin'.
We're into the tunnel! we're a' in the dark!
But dinna be frichtit, Daddy,
We'll sune be comin' to Beveridge Park,
And the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
Is yon the mune I see in the sky?
It's awfu' wee an' curly,
See! there's a coo and a cauf ootbye,
An' a lassie pu'in' a hurly!
He's chackit the tickets and gien them back,
Sae gie me my ain yin, Daddy.
Lift doon the bag frae the luggage rack,
For the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
There's a gey wheen boats at the harbour mou',
And eh! dae ya see the cruisers?
The cinnamon drop I was sookin' the noo
Has tummelt an' stuck tae ma troosers. . .
I'll sune be ringin' ma Gran'ma's bell,
She'll cry, 'Come ben, my laddie',
For I ken mysel' by the queer-like smell
That the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
In non-colloquial English.
Why does the engine say 'Toot-toot'?
Is it scared to go into the tunnel?
Why is the furnace not put out?
When the rain goes down the funnel?
What'll I have for my tea tonight?
A herring, or maybe a haddock?
Has Gran'ma got electric light yet?
Is the next stop Kirkcaldy?
There's a jackdaw on that raw turnip!
And seagulls! - six or seven.
I'll not fall out of the window, Mum,
Its locked, just as sure as I'm eleven.
We're into the tunnel! we're all in the dark!
But don't be frghtened, Daddy,
We'll soon be coming to Beveridge Park,
And the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
Is that the moon I see in the sky?
It's awfully small and curly,
See! there's a cow and a calf out there,
And a girl pulling a cart!
He's checked the tickets and given them back,
So give me my own one, Daddy.
Lift down the bag from the luggage rack,
For the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
There are a a lot of boats at the harbour mouth,
And hey! do you see the cruisers?
The cinnamon ball* I was sucking just now
Has fallen and stuck to my trousers. . .
I'll soon be ringing ma Gran'ma's doorbell,
She'll call, 'Come in, my boy',
For I know myself by the strange smell
That the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
*boiled sweet
Whit wey does the engine say 'Toot-toot'?
Is it feart to gang in the tunnel?
Whit wey is the furnace nae pit oot
When the rain gangs doon the funnel?
What'll I hae for my tea the nicht?
A herrin', or maybe a haddie?
Has Gran'ma gotten electric licht?
Is the next stop Kirkcaddy?
There's a hoodie-craw on yon turnip-raw!
An' seagulls! - sax or seeven.
I'll no fa' oot o' the windae, Maw,
Its sneckit, as sure as I'm leevin'.
We're into the tunnel! we're a' in the dark!
But dinna be frichtit, Daddy,
We'll sune be comin' to Beveridge Park,
And the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
Is yon the mune I see in the sky?
It's awfu' wee an' curly,
See! there's a coo and a cauf ootbye,
An' a lassie pu'in' a hurly!
He's chackit the tickets and gien them back,
Sae gie me my ain yin, Daddy.
Lift doon the bag frae the luggage rack,
For the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
There's a gey wheen boats at the harbour mou',
And eh! dae ya see the cruisers?
The cinnamon drop I was sookin' the noo
Has tummelt an' stuck tae ma troosers. . .
I'll sune be ringin' ma Gran'ma's bell,
She'll cry, 'Come ben, my laddie',
For I ken mysel' by the queer-like smell
That the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
In non-colloquial English.
Why does the engine say 'Toot-toot'?
Is it scared to go into the tunnel?
Why is the furnace not put out?
When the rain goes down the funnel?
What'll I have for my tea tonight?
A herring, or maybe a haddock?
Has Gran'ma got electric light yet?
Is the next stop Kirkcaldy?
There's a jackdaw on that raw turnip!
And seagulls! - six or seven.
I'll not fall out of the window, Mum,
Its locked, just as sure as I'm eleven.
We're into the tunnel! we're all in the dark!
But don't be frghtened, Daddy,
We'll soon be coming to Beveridge Park,
And the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
Is that the moon I see in the sky?
It's awfully small and curly,
See! there's a cow and a calf out there,
And a girl pulling a cart!
He's checked the tickets and given them back,
So give me my own one, Daddy.
Lift down the bag from the luggage rack,
For the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
There are a a lot of boats at the harbour mouth,
And hey! do you see the cruisers?
The cinnamon ball* I was sucking just now
Has fallen and stuck to my trousers. . .
I'll soon be ringing ma Gran'ma's doorbell,
She'll call, 'Come in, my boy',
For I know myself by the strange smell
That the next stop's Kirkcaldy!
*boiled sweet