T‘was in the year of ’89 on that old Great Western line,
When the winter wind was blowin’ shrill,
The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, then the air brakes wouldn’t hold,
And Number 9 came roaring down the hill — oh!
T‘was in the year of ’89 on that old Great Western line,
When the winter wind was blowin’ shrill,
The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, then the air brakes wouldn’t hold,
And Number 9 came roaring down the hill — oh!