Old King Coal was a merry old soul: Quoth he, "We travel slow; I should like to roam the wide world round, As fast as the wild winds blow." And he call'd for his skilful engineers; And soon through hills and vales, O'er rivers wide, through tunnels vast, The flying trains like lightning pass'd, On the ribs of the mighty Rails.

Ballads and Lyrical Poems - Old King Cole, l. 28-36 - Routledge. 1856