Phoebe says And Phoebe knows
That smoke and cinders
Spoil good Clothes
'Tis thus a pleasure
And delight
To take the road of Anthracite
Miss Snow commends
Her road to friends
To one and all
This message sends:
“No route brings quite
As much delight
As cleanly road of Anthracite”
Miss Snow draws near
The cab to cheer
The level-headed
Engineer
Whose watchful sight
Makes safe her flight
Upon the road of Anthracite
Says Phoebe Snow
About to go
Upon a trip to Buffalo:
“My gown stays white
From morn till night
Upon the road of Anthracite”
A coach or sleigh
Was once the way
Of reaching home
On Christmas Day
Now Phoebe’s right
You’ll expedite
The trip by road of Anthracite
Devoid of fear
With roadbed clear
Miss Phoebe with
The Engineer
Notes green and white
Of signal light
'Tis the safe road of Anthracite
It’s time to go
Where records show
It’s cooler ten degrees or so
By Fahrenheit
Each Summer night
Along the road of Anthracite
This is the priest in gown and band
Who married the couple out of hand
Because they looked so
fresh and bright
From the dustless road of Anthracite.
The man in blue
now helps her through
and tells her when
her train is due.
He’s so polite.
Must be all right
Upon the Road of Anthracite
The stars now peep
At her asleep
While the trackmen keen
Their nightwatch keep
For Phoebe’s flight
They do things right.
Upon the road of Anthracite
Now Phoebe may
by night or day
enjoy her book
upon the way
Electric Light
dispels the night
Upon the Road of Anthracite
Among the crew
The Flagman too
With Phoebe’s trip
Has much to do
His Flag and Light
Guide her right
Upon the road of Anthracite
The Evening flies
till Pheobe’s eyes
grow sleepy under
Mountain skies.
Sweet dreams all night
are hers till light
Dawns on the Road of Anthracite
Miss Snow may scan
Through journey’s span
Each keen and faithful
Tower-Man
Whose levers bright
Are swung a-right
Upon the road of Anthracite
No trip is far
where comforts are.
An Observation Lounging car
adds new delight
to Pheobe’s flight
Along the Road of Anthracite
Says Phoebe Snow
The miners know
That to hard coal
My fame I owe
For my delight
In wearing white
It’s due alone to Anthracite
This scene reveals
a chef on wheels
with care preparing
Pheobe’s meals.
He, too, wears white
from morn till night
Upon the Road of Anthracite
On railroad trips
no other lips
have touched the cup
that Pheobe sips.
Each cup of white
makes drinking quite
A treat on the Road of Anthracite
Miss Snow, you see,
was sure to be
the object of
much courtesy,
for day or night
they’re all polite
Upon the Road of Anthracite
This is the Maiden all in Lawn
Who boarded the train one early morn
That runs on the Road of Anthracite
and when she left the train that night
she found to her surprised delight
hard Coal had kept her dress still bright
When Hudson sailed into New York harbor he was seeking the “Northwest Passage” the Shortest Way to the West.
If up the Bay
He came to-day
And asked to learn
“The Shortest Way”
Each wise polite
Manhattanite
Would answer
“Road of Anthracite”
Says Phoebe Snow
“While some may wait
And hesitate
To bring their stations
Up to date
They’re new and bright
When you alight
From off the Road of Anthracite”
Says Phoebe Snow
"Now that I see
How spotlessly
Your kitchen’s kept
It seems to me
It gives one quite
An appetite
This cleanly Road of Anthracite
Yes Phoebe, I
Can now see why
The praises of
This road you cry.
My gloves are white
As when last night
We took the road of Anthracite
Here are two commentaries upon consummation of the Erie - Lackawanna merger:
On time the trip
Ends without slip
And Phoebe
Sadly takes her grip
Loth to alight
Bows left and right
“Good bye, dear Road of Anthracite!”
A service through
“From 2 to 2”
Which Phoebe Snow
Presents to you –
Two roads unite
To expedite
Your trip by Road of Anthracite.