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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Scottish Engineer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With eyes that searched in the dark, <br>Peering along the line, <br>Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, <br>Driver of &quot;Forty-nine&quot;. <br>And the veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, <br>Like a blood-red beacon sign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was word of a fight to the north, <br>And a column too hardly pressed, <br>So they started the Highlanders forth. <br>Heedless of food or rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the pipers gaily played, <br>Chanting their fierce delight, <br>And the armoured carriages rocked and swayed. <br>Laden with men of the Scots Brigade, <br>Hurrying up to the fight, <br>And the grim, grey Highland engineer <br>Driving them into the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a signal light glowed red, <br>And a picket came to the track. <br>&quot;Enemy holding the line ahead; <br>Three of our mates we have left for dead, <br>Only we two got back.&quot; <br>And far to the north through the still night air <br>They heard the rifles crack. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the boom of a gun rang out, <br>Like the sound of a deep appeal, <br>And the picket stood in doubt <br>By the side of the driving-wheel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the engineer looked down, <br>With his hand on the starting-bar, <br>&quot;Ride ye back to the town, <br>Ye know what my orders are, <br>Maybe they're wanting the Scots Brigade <br>Up on those hills afar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I am no soldier at all, <br>Only an engineer; <br>But I could not bear that the folk should say <br>Over in Scotland -- Glasgow way -- <br>That Hector Clark stayed here <br>With the Scots Brigade till the foe was gone, <br>With ever a rail to run her on. <br>Ready behind! Stand clear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Fireman, get you gone <br>Into the armoured train -- <br>I will drive her alone; <br>One more trip -- and perhaps the last -- <br>With a well-raked fire and an open blast; <br>Hark to the rifles again!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On through the choking dark, <br>Never a lamp nor a light, <br>Never an engine spark <br>Showing her hurried flight, <br>Over the lonely plain <br>Rushed the great armoured train, <br>Hurrying up to the fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with her living freight <br>On to the foe she came, <br>And the rides snapped their hate. <br>And the darkness spouted flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the roar of the fray <br>The hungry bullets whined, <br>As she dashed through the foe that lay <br>Loading and firing blind, <br>Till the glare of the furnace, burning clear, <br>Showed them the form of the engineer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sharply and well defined. <br>Through! They are safely through! <br>Hark to the column's cheer! <br>Surely the driver knew <br>He was to halt her here; <br>But he took no heed of the signals red, <br>And the fireman found, when he climbed ahead, <br>There on the door of his engine -- dead -- <br>The Scottish Engineer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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Peering along the line, 
Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, 
Driver of &quot;Forty-nine&quot;. 
And the veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, 
Like a blood-red beacon sign. 

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