The Lancaster Four Hundred
Is a train above the rest,
From Madison Wisconsin
To cities in the West;
She's a gasoline-electric
Combination car,
And the music of her chime horn
Is heard from near and far.
She pulls out from the station
Swiftly on her way,
She glides upon the causeway
Across Monona Bay;
Heading off the main line
She takes the western spur,
Running through South Madison
Oh hear her engine purr.
She travels through the swampland
Out by Silver Spring,
Roaring into Fitchburg
This train is on the wing;
Beneath the Summit trestle
That carries the I - C,
She heads on to Verona
As pretty as can be.
A merchant from Mount Horeb
Watches down the track,
Away from home for two days
Now he's heading back;
He hears her chime horn music
He sees her striped face,
The Lancaster Four Hundred
Will take him to his place.
She pulls into New Glarus
To load a wheel of cheese,
Listen to the music
Floating on the breeze;
The Swiss play their accordions
And toot their Alpen horns,
Everything is beautiful
This crispy autumn morn.
She runs along the ridge top
Among the rocks and rills,
Where the old time Cornish miners
Got the lead out of the hills;
Brown cows chew upon their cuds
As she passes on her way,
Mineral Point's another stop
And Wednesday's pasty day.
When she pulls into Lancaster
The locals all turn out,
She's the life blood of their city
Which they can not do without;
She brings a load of passengers
She brings the U. S. Mail,
She keeps her daily schedule
And she does it without fail.
So gather all ye railfans
And come in from the rain,
Ride the gasoline-electric
A most unusual train;
She's a marvel of efficiency
The greatest train by far;
She's a gasoline-electric
Combination car.
(I can't guarantee the originality of the tune I came up with, so use at your own risk)
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