An original little song,
To the tune of Lucy Long;
To be printed in the 'Guide,'
And sung by all "our side."

Oh, have you seen the Railway the Cobourg folks have made,
And finished it completely, without their Township's aid.

Chorus - Our Railway babe's a beauty, And grows both fast and strong,
Then rock the cradle, Lucy, and sing this little song.

Were Cobourg in Australia, she'd rock the cradle strong,
And get the wished for dollars, to push the road along.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

The Cobourg men are great folks, And great things bring to pass;
They'll build an airy Railway, And light it too - with gas.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

They've marshalled all their forces; Mackechnie leads the van;
They'll work as hard as horses, and beat us - if they can.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

Hurrah! my boys, for action, We'll "go it, with a will."
A long pull and a strong pull, and all together, still.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

We'll "turn the sod" in April, in spite of all they say;
And start no fancy Railroad, But one that's sure to pay.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

The Firemen, ever ready; the Masons, two and two:
The Sons of Temperance, steady, and the Orangemen, "true blue."

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

Our worthy Mayor and Council, will head the varied ranks,
And the member for the County, who well deserves our thanks.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

The oldest man among as, esteemed and loved by all.
Will raise up the first spade full, In answer to our call.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

His youth's preferred location, increasing more and more,
Will pay this fitting tribute to four score years and four.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

With Music and Orations we'll pass the time, so gay;
And grand Illuminations, Will turn the night to day.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

Then get your Pockets ready, we'll want them very soon;
I'm told the Doctor's busy with a wonderful Balloon.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

From Port Hope to Lake Huron, Our Railroad will extend,
And make our city famous, from this to the world's end.

Chorus - Our Railway, &c.

Hurrah for the County Durham! Our Reeves are "up to snuff;"
We'll play no second fiddle, We've done that long enough.

Chorus - Then rock the cradle, Lucy!
And sing this little song,
Our Railway babe's a beauty,
And grows both fast and strong.

The lament of an Editor;
Or, the Star's leader done into verse.

Seven miles east from old Port Hope,
A village you will pass.
It once appeared a stirring place;
But now it's "gone to grass,"
A lone star glimmers faint and dim;
And in" his office small;
The Editor his fate bewails
And mourns o'er Cobourg's fall.

Chorus.
Oh! Susanna, Susanna don't you see,
They've shoved their Railway right a head;
And what a chance have we.

They're a shabby set, and not at all
Obliged for what I say.
In spite of all that I can do,
Port Hope will have its way.
They know the rail's our only chance,
While they nave fifty more;
And yet they are not satis£ied,
To let as walk before.

Chorus - Oh! Susannah, &c.

We've got the contract signed and sealed,
Conditional no doubt;
For Zimmerman & Co. are men
Who know what they're about.
But though the Townships won't agree.
Nor the Government consent,
We'll break the ground, and have a spree,
As if the cash were lent.

Chorus - Oh! Susannah, &c.

Ye Port Hope folks are stupid owls,
And hav'nt sense to know,
That every thing you buy and sell,
Through our great Town must go.
A'nt we the Port the steamers make
The first, and last likewise;
My friends, you're made a great mistake,
Come, let us dust your eyes.

Chorus - Oh! Susannah, &c.

It grits a little, that nasty sand
With which your eyes are full,
To keep them safe we'll lead a hand,
And o'er them pull the wool.
You can't expect th'Oswego folk
To take the shortest way;
Nor the citizens of Rochester
A share in what will pay.

Chorus - Oh! Susannah, &c.

We'll bridge the Lake at any cost,
And when the bridge breaks down
From the ice each year, we'll build again
With an annual vote from town.
Not a shot have we got in the locker, alas!
Nor a particle of credit anywhere:
But it's "Neck or Nothing" with as now,
And of desperate folks beware.

Chorus. - Oh! Susanna! in Australia soon I'll be;
The Cobourg Star is set I fear;
So don't you cry for me.

There was a specious humbug once, got up by Cobourg folks;
But it's knocked on the head long ago.
For they couldn't get the money, nor any one so green
To take hold of a thing that wouldn't go.

Chorus - Then lay down the shovel
And the Pick also.
Put by the Dobin-cart
and Wheelbar-row.
For there's no more work on the Cobourg line.
And off to Port Hope we most go.

They sent for us from far and near, and promised us good pay;
And how could we tell 'twas a flam?
And now they have no work for us, we're forced to go away,
The victims of a heartless sham.

Chorus - Then lay down the shovel, &c.

The "Don Quixote" of the Railway, and the Sancho Panza Star
With "effrontery Titanic," yet so mean,
Got up an "illusion, a fiction, and a farce,"
To turn the sod near Beatty' green.

Chorus - then lay down the shovel, &c.

The big wigs, and the little wigs, and the wigs that came between.
Had a ball for each sort you know.
For a town aristocratic 'twouldn't do by any means,
To mix Tag Rag, Bobtail, high and low.

Chorus - Then lay down the shovel, &c.

And so we went to work; but soon the tide began to turn!
For the Port Hope Railway went along!
Cobourg called it a "monopoly," but 'twasn't one like theirs -
A monopoly of falsehood and wrong.

Chorus - "So keep up your spirits, boys! and don't be cast down,
Let us leave, in a body, this unfortunate town.
Let every one know to Port Hope we are gone,
The place where all men that can will go.

I'll sing you a little song made by a waggish pate,
About a Coboug Gentleman who held some real estate,
That found the Railway was but gas, but found this out too late.
And so determined from their Town forthwith to emigrate,

Like a done up Cobourg Gentleman,
One of the Railway time.

His lonely store was hung about with many things to show.
Of calicos and groceries the sale he found "no go."
'Twas there this Gent, was ever found, and there he learnt the news,
How Government would not consent, and straight he took the "Blues."

Like a done up Coboorg Gentleman,
One of the Railway time.

He saw they could not raise the wind and yet in their despair
They raised a Ball, and thought that all Port Hoper's it would scare,
Tho' Railway schemes they entertained they found themselves so poor.
He saw if he remained with them he'd be a preccious boor.

This done up Cobourg Gentleman,
One of the Railway time.

He saw too late his coming fate, saw like a roaring tide,
A Railway make a desperate fuss, it then grew sick and died,
A lawyer's and a spinner's tears, fell by him side by side.
They tried to keep him if they could but couldn't when they tried.

Keep this done up Coboorg Gentleman,
One of the Railway time.

But Railway schemes they often change, and mad ones pass away.
And thus you'll see the Cobourg one. will soon have had its day.
Their coffers they are empty now, as they often were of yore,
Their Railway's gone, its "busted" both now and evermore.

Like this done up Cobourg Gentleman,
One of the Railway time.

I'm Major of Horse Marines,
And Longbow is my name.
J'm rather given to dreams;
You've surely beard my fame.
The wonderful things I did
When I tell, some say, oh fie!
"'Pon my life it's true,
What will you lay it's a lie?"

Having heard of the Cobourg fix,
I'm come to give my aid.
In spile of the Guide, and its tricks;
Our Railway small be made.
I'll write in the Cobourg Star,
Tho' some folks say, oh fie!
"'Pon my life it's true.
What will you lay it's a lie?"

I'll tell the most shocking fibs;
As if I thought them true.
I'l say we have planked the dibs,
Port Hope, in advance of you.
I'll swear if any one dares,
My bouncers to deny.
"'Pon my life it's true,
What will you lay it's a lie?'

That black is white I'll maintain;
And every thing misstate.
Your Grades are higher than onrs,
Your Mileage is twice as great.
Four hundred thousand pounds
Your road will cost, or nigh,
"'Pon my life it's true,
What will you lay it's a lie?'

All but twenty-five thousand pounds,
As good as Cash have we,
While over eighty-five
Not a dime You'll ever see.
To hinder all Contractors
From giving a tender I'll try.
"'Pon my life it's true,
What will you lay it's a lie?'

As a specimen this will do;
'Till I see what the Guide will say.
To Cobourg I'll be firm.
As long as the Star will pay.
Not Baron Munchausen himself,
With me can pretend to vie.
"'Pon my life it's true,
What will you lay it's a lie?'

I am a Cobourg Editor,
And write the truth you know,
But when that does not answer
Why - I jump Jim Crow.

Chorus:
I wheel about and turn about,
As all my readers know;
Oh; I am de berry niggar
To jump Jim Crow.

You heard about a Railway,
The Cobourg folks would make it,
Wid money out of Hamilton,
But dey would'nt let 'um take it.

I wheel about. &c.

And den de folks in 'Tonabee,
Some money were to lend 'em:
But when dey went to ax 'um,
Not a dollar did dey send 'um.

I wheel about. &c.

I tell 'um all long time ago,
"Can't build de road widout 'um;"
And if dey keep de dollars,
Dey'll have no round about 'um:

I wheel about, &c.

But now I wheel and turn about,
And I loudly sings and hollers;
We'll surely have de Bailway,
'Cause, - we hav'nt got de dollars.

I wheel about, &c.

A railway we should nebber have:
And it would be "all my eye,"
If the townships had a finger
In our little railway pie.

I wheel about, &c.

That's the way I wheel about,
Let every body know,
It takes a Cobourg niggar
To jump Jim Crow.

I wheel about, &c.

I told Port Hopers long ago,
"Two roads would nebber pay
And hoped from off the railway track
To scare dem all away.

I wheel about, &c.

Den when I found dis was no go,
To Lindsay tried to send 'um;
Dey went and bought de right ob way,
Dey did, de devil mend 'um.

1 wheel about, &c.

And now to Peterboro' straight,
De road dem gwine to make,
I'm berry glad of dat indeed,
I am and no mistake.

I wheel about, &c.

For if to Lindsay dey should go,
And there should tap de junction;
T'would take de trade right clair away,
Dat's Cobourg's proper function.

I wheel about, &c.

And so you see I's alle'rs glad,
And sticks to it to de letter,
Dat when the grapes is berry sour,
I likes 'um all de better.

Chorus:
I wheel about and turn about,
So let every body know,
It takes a Cobourg niggar
To jump Jim Crow.