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There's risk on the ballasted roadway, / There's death on the girdered bridge, / Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper, / And wreck on the bouldered ridge. / No signal to herald my coming, / No whistle to waken the plain; / Stand clear -- I am out for patrolling! / Make way for the Armoured Train!
I run not to time, nor to table, / I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,' / But 'Full speed ahead' is my order, / When skirting the enemy's town. / My mails have a backing of cordite, / My luggage is powder and shell, / With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder, / A traveller's sample of Hell!