(Verse 1) Come all ye rounders, gather near, a tale I'm here to spin 'Bout an iron horse, long disappeared, and the trouble it got in Not some sleek express from Montreal, with cushions soft and deep But a rattling beast, through the fog and squall, its promises to keep They called her the Newfie Bullet, a name that fit just right She wasn't fast, but she sure could fight, through the day and through the night. (Chorus) Oh, the Newfie Bullet, steam and steel, a legend in its time Through the rocky cuts and the frozen fields, she paid for every dime. With a whistle keen and a clatter loud, she battled wind and rain A stubborn streak, in that iron shroud, a glory and a pain. (Verse 2) From St. John's dock to Port aux Basques, a thousand miles she'd roam Past the fishing flakes and the barren tasks, and never quite got home On time, that is, for the folks would say, "She'll get there when she can!" With a broken rod or a long delay, a part of the railway plan. The engineers, they earned their keep, with grease and sweat and grime Fixing breakdowns, while the passengers sleep, defying space and time. (Chorus) Oh, the Newfie Bullet, steam and steel, a legend in its time Through the rocky cuts and the frozen fields, she paid for every dime. With a whistle keen and a clatter loud, she battled wind and rain A stubborn streak, in that iron shroud, a glory and a pain. (Verse 3) She'd haul the cod and the pulpwood high, and folks with hopeful eyes Heading west beneath a changing sky, or home to family ties. And sometimes, sure, she'd jump the track, in a drift of snow so deep The crew would work and never look back, a promise they would keep. Through the blizzards fierce and the driving spray, she earned her rough renown A working girl, come what may, the toughest train in town. (Chorus) Oh, the Newfie Bullet, steam and steel, a legend in its time Through the rocky cuts and the frozen fields, she paid for every dime. With a whistle keen and a clatter loud, she battled wind and rain A stubborn streak, in that iron shroud, a glory and a pain. (Outro) She's gone now, friend, a memory, a ghost upon the line But the tales they tell, they'll always be, of that engine, so divine. The Newfie Bullet, tough and true, a spirit of this land She fought the elements, me and you, with a throttle in her hand.
