He’s gentle as jennet in lady’s rein
When he feels my hand on his misty mane.
Set me astride of the Iron Horse!
Full of fierce fury, speed, and force;
And hark how he pants, and blows, and snorts,
While my skill his eager bounding thwarts.
But when I’m mounted on his back,
And you see him coming—clear the track!
Nothing can check him on his course,
As he thunders along—my Iron Horse!