Come all ye bold mag'ners turn man by man,
That's opposed to the railroad or any such plan;
'Tis once I made money by driving my team,
But the goods are now hauled on the railroad by steam.

May the devil get the fellow that invented the plan.
It spoils our plantations wherever it may cross,
And it ruins our markets, so we can't sell a hoss.

If we go to Philadelphia, inquiring for a load,
They'll tell us quite directly its gone out on the railroad
The rich folks, the plan they can justly admire
But it ruins us poor wag'ners and it makes our taxes
higher.

Our states they are indebted to keep them in repair,
Which causes us poor wag'ners to curse and swear.
It ruins our landlords, it makes business wars,
And it fills our country full of just a lot of great rich
men.

The ships they will be coming with Irishmen by loads,
All with their picks and shovels, to work on the 
railroads,
When they got on the railroad, it is then they are fixed.
They'll fight just like the devil with their cudgels and
their sticks.

The American with safety, can scarcely ever pass,
will blacken both his eyes for one word of his
sass.
If it wasn't for the torment, I as leave would be in Hell,
As upon the cursed railroad, or upon the canal.

Come all ye bold wag'ners that have got good wives;
Go home to your farms and there spend your lives.
When your corn is all cribbed up and your small grain
is sowed.
You'll have nothing else to do but just to curse the
damned railroad.