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 By the uplands bright and the homesteads white,
 * With the rush of the western gale,

And the pilot swayed with the pace we made
 * As she rocked on the ringing rail.
 * And the country children clapped their hands
 * As the engine's echoes rang,
 * But their elders said: 'There is work ahead
 * When they send for the flying gang.'

Then across the miles of the saltbush plain
 * That gleamed with the morning dew,

Where the grasses waved like the ripening grain
 * The pilot engine flew,

A fiery rush in the open bush
 * Where the grade marks seemed to fly,

And the order sped on the wires ahead,
 * The pilot must go by.
 * The Governor's special must stand aside,
 * And the fast express go hang,
 * Let your orders be that the line is free
 * For the boys of the flying gang.