Ons wag dat die fluitjie moet grens
Wat hang op sy koeelronde pens
Maar Kimberley hou ons vas
Tot die heel laaste tas
Kom dat ons verder ry
En oor die treinspore gly
Ritmies is die musiek in pas
Daar waar die spoorstawe las
Aan die slaap word ek gesus
As my kop op die kussing rus
Stadig word die musiek verdof
En ek van die wêreld verlos
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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