Lyrics for Bob's "Old Country Train":

Paddock Wood to Hawkhurst by way of Horsmonden
Pulling through the hopyards, pushing back again
Ramblers for Cranbrook, wagons for Churn Lane
We'll never see the like of the Old Country Train (Also Chorus)

Driver up the car end, sitting at his ease
Fireman on the engine, doing as he please
By Wealden woods and orchards, all the seasons through
We worked the line by pull-and-push on duty 312.

We'd a Chatham tank from Tonbridge, 17–0–4
And a two-set off the Brighton line, seen better years before
Never had a guard, just a crate or two of fruit
And a couple-or-three passengers all in their market suits:

Chorus...

September brought the hoppers, we watched them all go past
Coppertops and Converts, working fit to bust
Hammering through Goudhurst,charging Badger's Oak
With the roughest of the old stock they could find up in the Smoke:

Chorus... (or instrumental...fiddle works well)

I've taken out a Crompton from the yard at Hither Green
Come home off the Dover run, my working clothes all clean
But give me back the rails and that old Chatham tank
I'd be back on steam tomorrow, charging Cranbrook bank:

Chorus...