Treasure Island

Andrew Hamm

(Chesterfield, UK)

Faster Than a Speeding Bullet


At 180 does the fast train go
From Sheffield to London and back again.
Stopping at Chesterfield, Derby and Leicester,
It goes to London town and then

It returns to Sheffield with more passengers
In two hours seven minutes flat.
It travels much faster than a speeding bullet,
Or than a shuttlecock hit by a bat.

Run by East Midlands Trains,
And Midland Mainline before,
And by Intercity before that,
A fast journey they had in store.

From Sheffield to London and back again,
The fast train speeds along
A railway that links those towns,
And is the subject of this song.

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013

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