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Some were hurrying to and fro,
Others were sick, and crying, oh!
Whose wooden peg's that on my toe,
In the boat that meets the Railway.
Rushing, crushing up and down,
Tipping the cash to Captain B———n;
O what a hurry to get to town
Upon the morning Railway.

When arriv'd at Greenock quay,
What confusion—only see—
Each selfish wight does quickly flee
In hopes to catch the Railway.
High and low, and thick and thin,
Trying who the race shall win,
Creaking boots, and hob-nail'd shoon,
All determin'd to get in;
People laughing at the shore,
Merchants smiling at each door;
Those running who ne'er ran before,
And all to catch the Railway.
Fleet through Greenock's narrow lanes,
Over mud, and dubs, and stanes,
Careless o' their boots and banes,
And all to catch the Railway.

See the rear-guard far behind,
Out of temper, out of wind,
Out of patience, out of mind,
For fear they lose tho Railway.
Last comes old Fatsides with his wife,
Waging a real hot-mutton strife;