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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cornishman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train pulled away from the station, <br>The driver grinned up at the box, <br>The signalman glowered at the driver's face<br>As he slotted the lever across, <br>The train slid easily through the points<br>As it blew three whistle blasts, <br>One for the train, one for the box, <br>And one for Miss Caroline Glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caroline waved him a cheery farewell<br>From the cottage she owned on the bank, <br>She'd once been engaged to the signalman, <br>But now she'd moved up a rank.<br>'A driver is such an important man, '<br>She'd said to her former beau, <br>'He holds all those lives in his hands when he drives, <br>And he crosses the country, so.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But you - you stand in this signal box, <br>Pull levers, and ring little bells, <br>I'd rather be out on the railway track<br>With the steam blowing over the vales! '<br>And so it was, there, in the pub one night, <br>While enjoying the Olde Tyme Dance, <br>The driver cut in, and he whirled her around<br>As the signalman watched, askance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'm going to be driving The Cornishman, '<br>The driver had told her then, <br>'It's really an honour, the Cornwall Express, <br>Come down, and I'll show you around.<br>The coaches are really the latest type, <br>With cushions, and bright as the sun…'<br>So Caroline gave back her ring that night, <br>Then shrugged - said: 'It's been fun! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The signalman brooded, and wept at night, <br>To think of his Caroline Glass<br>Alone in the arms of the driver, Ben, <br>While he sat alone in the house. <br>He vowed revenge, but he didn't know<br>How ever he'd win her back, <br>She never would look at the signal box<br>While the train was down on the track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watched her boarding The Cornishman<br>First Class, to travel for free, <br>At the end of the trip, in a cheap hotel…<br>The signalman thought he could see, <br>Just what they would do at the end of the line<br>And his forehead grew lined and grim, <br>He nearly went mad at the thought of her<br>Alone in a bed, with him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The weeks went by as he shifted points<br>And pulled at the levers yet, <br>He heard how the couple were now engaged<br>And the wedding date was set, <br>In three short weeks they would tie the knot, <br>She'd be lost to him for good, <br>He worked in a fever of misery, <br>And often wept where he stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He crept right up to her cottage light<br>When The Cornishman was away, <br>He hoped she'd show him some true remorse, <br>And ask him, then, to stay; <br>She laughed, 'Don't come like a creeping dog, <br>Just say what you have to say…'<br>He took one look at her curling lip, <br>Then turned, and slunk away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The train had sat in the station, set<br>To wait 'til the signal changed, <br>The signalman paced back and forth<br>In the box, like one deranged, <br>He stared on down at the driver, Ben, <br>Who looked back up, and laughed, <br>His fireman shoveled the coal within, <br>And opened up the draught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The northern goods would be right on time, <br>It had always raced straight through, <br>The signalman slapped his forehead then, <br>He knew what he had to do.<br>He hurriedly pulled the signal off, <br>Then busied him switching points, <br>He pulled more levers across that day<br>Than he's ever pulled there since.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cornishman started to pull away, <br>The driver grinned up at the box, <br>But then it crossed to the southern line<br>Though nobody noticed the lapse, <br>It picked up speed as it left the points<br>And it blew three whistle blasts, <br>One for the train, one for the box, <br>And one for Miss Caroline Glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caroline waved him a cheery farewell<br>From the cottage called Hollyhocks, <br>She'd once been engaged to the signalman, <br>Who glared at her now from the Box.<br>The Cornishman had reached the bend<br>When the goods came rumbling down, <br>And the loco's locked head on that day<br>With a blasting, grinding sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wagons from the goods derailed, <br>Came hurtling over the bank, <br>Loaded with coal and bitumen<br>With the signalman to thank, <br>The tiny cottage just disappeared<br>In a storm of iron and coal, <br>And Caroline Glass was dead, before<br>She had waved her last farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The signalman turned pale, dead white, <br>His heart had all but stopped<br>When he saw what happened to Caroline Glass <br>As he stood in the signal box<br>'A Signalman is important too, '<br>He said in a maddened fear, <br>'He holds all those lives in his hands when he pulls<br>All those levers and bells, my dear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 June 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The driver grinned up at the box, 
The signalman glowered at the driver's face
As he slotted the lever across, 
The train slid easily through the points
As it blew three whistle blasts, 
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