The Train to Slumber Town

Come along little boy, come to me,
The slumber Town train is due,
It always stops at mamma's knee,
When the sandman sprinkles his sand so free;
The train is coming for you,
When the weary day is through,
Crowded with boys, who shout for glee,
And you'll be one of them too!

Choo-oo! Hear the whistle blow,
All aboard! If you want to go,
All aboard! The gates are down,
Through night train for Slumber Town.

Far up in the sky the engine steams,
No train ever ran so high;
The silver rails are white moonbeams,
The lantern a fireplay;
The pilot light is a star that gleams
Straight up in the misty sky;
Your baggage to-night is a bundle of
dreams,
Tossed on when you're passing by.

Choo-o-o! Hear the whistle blow,
All aboard! If you want to go,
All aboard! The gates are down.
Through night train for Slumber Town.

Notes

From the Tamworth Daily Observer Saturday 25 October 1913