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I served my time in the days gone by	A
In the railway's clash and clang	B
And I worked my way to the end and I	A
Was the head of the Flying Gang	B
'Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand	C
In case of an urgent need	D
Was it south or north we were started forth	E
And away at our utmost speed	D
If word reached town that a bridge was down	F
The imperious summons rang	B
Come out with the pilot engine sharp	G
And away with the flying gang	B
Then a piercing scream and a rush of steam	H
As the engine moved ahead	I
With measured beat by the slum and street	J
Of the busy town we fled	I
By the uplands bright and the homesteads white	K
With the rush of the western gale	L
And the pilot swayed with the pace we made	M
As she rocked on the ringing rail	L
And the country children clapped their hands	N
As the engine's echoes rang	B
But their elders said There is work ahead	I
When they send for the flying gang	B
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Then across the miles of the saltbush plain	O
That gleamed with the morning dew	P
Where the grasses waved like the ripening grain	O
The pilot engine flew	P
A fiery rush in the open bush	Q
Where the grade marks seemed to fly	A
And the order sped on the wires ahead	I
The pilot must go by	A
The Governor's special must stand aside	R
And the fast express go hang	B
Let your orders be that the line is free	S
For the boys in the flying gang	B

Banjo Paterson

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