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Thanks, sir!

come out ye Black and Tans.

It is an Irish rebel song referring to the Black and Tans, or "special reserve constables" (mainly former World War I army soldiers), recruited in Great Britain and sent to Irelandfrom 1920, to reinforce the Royal Irish Constabulary (RIC) during the Irish War of Independence.[1][2] The song was written by Dominic Behan as a tribute to his Irish Republican Army (IRA) father Stephen,[3] who had fought in the War of Independence, and is concerned with political divisions in working-class Dublin of the 1920s.

Sylph is Irish and Phantom is from Doncaster, EN

I don’t know his full name, so I made it up.

Also: phantom’s surname is peppercorn,

So it’s: Phantom H Peppercorn.

Sylph has malicious intentions…

Does it also mean necromancy on posts?

Thanks!

They Are fighting over what the controls are.

That’s literally the name! 😅

One of the levels had that name.

Naomi’s Gacha moon adventure bosses!

Now w/ Levels!

The names are due for change.

Features:

Cutouts.

Whistle sound. (UP 9000)

Bell sound. (Trainz general locomotive)

Engine sounds. (58654)

Crew talk sounds. (AI voice generated)

The number: 48215 is a real 8F of the UK, Arabia received 8Fs in the 1940s

Not quite Arabian, but it’ll do.

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Smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues.

Now we're running late in the sorry state on 8215 She's overdue for boilerwork and I can't get her to steam With a thousand tonnes of coal behind and a tender full of slag My mate's sent me to Coventry but they just won't awnser backWell, smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues.

Across the cab the driver sits and he's staring straight ahead He's not spoken to me for eighteen months since I started at the shed He's drawn a line across the cab for each of us to stand Since he found I'd joined the NUR while he was an ASLEF man Well, smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues,

I filed her thin and piled it in but still she would not go When the water dropped I forced a stop on the mainline for a blow I smashed the clinker, cleaned the fire, tried every trick I know With a rake and dart, but that old fart blames me for all our woes. Well, smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues.

With a one in sixty climb ahead and the water out of sight We'll have to stop and blow her up for the second time tonight The load comes on the engine and the starter's showing green I'm looking for the banker but no banker's to be seen Just smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues.

Now, the driver comes from Motherwell, his face I can't abide He only knows full forward gear with the regulator wide I can't touch his injector, and mine is short of breath I wish his balls would turn to bulldogs and bite the sod to death.

Smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes. I'm watching the needle falling away in singing the eight freight blues. (X2)