All day long, over a long Straight rails.
Like an inflexible wind over the endless sand.
Across parched lads and lasses where the lads twisted their arms in torment.

All day long,all along the lines,
Past the same little station,
Past black lads jostling like birds at the gate of schools

All day long, sorely rattled by the iron train and dusty and hoarse.
Behold me seeking to forget you in the pastoral heart of since!