Australian Railway Songs: The Northern Mail

The Northern Mail is moving fast

With seven hundred souls;

Though many vow this ride’s their last,

The fireman shovels coal.

Who knows the drama buried here

Within this lurching throng?

Who knows what tales of love and fear—

Who knows who’s right—or wrong?

There’s cutters, shearers, spielers, thugs,

Commercials with cigars

With town-men, bushmen, bad men, mugs,

They jostle through the cars.

via Australian Railway Songs: The Northern Mail.

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