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: : : : Hello, : : I tried to locate the words of Nightmail on the site advised:www.heatheranne.freeservers.com/famous/nightmail. : : however I was unable to locate it : : Any further ideas on how to get the words would be welcome : : Maureen : This is the Night Mail crossing the Border, : Bringing the cheque and the postal order, : Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, : The shop at the corner, the girl next door. : Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb; : The gradient's against her, but she's on time. : Past cotton-gr and moorland boulder, : Shovelling white steam over her shoulder, : Snorting noisily, she pes : Silent miles of wind-bent gres. : Birds turn their heads as she approaches, : Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches. : Sheepdogs cannot turn her course; : They slumber on, with paws across. : In the farm she pes no one wakes, : But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes. : II : Dawn freshens. Her climb is done. : Down towards Glasgow she descends, : Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes, : Towards a field of apparatus, the furnaces : Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen. : All Scotland waits for her: : In dark glens, beside pale-green lochs, : Men long for news. : III : Letters of thanks, letters from banks. : Letters of joy from girl and boy, : Receipted bills and invitations : To inspect new stock or to visit relations, : And applications for situations, : And timid lovers' declarations, : And gossip, gossip from all the nations, : News cirstantial, news financial, : Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in, : Letters with faces scrawled on the margin, : Letters from uncles, cousins and aunts, : Letters to Scotland from the South of France, : Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands, : Written on paper of every hue, : The pink, the violet, the white and the blue, : The chatty, the catty, the boring, the adoring, : The cold and the official and the heart's outpouring, : Clever, stupid, short and long, : The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong. : IV : Thousands are still asleep, : Dreaming of terrifying monsters : Or a friendly tea beside the band in Cranston's or Crawford's: : Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh, : Asleep in granite Aberdeen, : They continue their dreams, : But shall wake soon and hope for letters, : And none will hear the postman's knock : Without a quickening of the heart. : For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? : : There is also a link which i can send too on its way brb

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