The little dogs of Sweden
will wag each little tail
To see their friends from Port
come riding on a rail,
The wild deer will be frightened
To hear the engine snort;
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Up to Coudersport.

There's lots of coal in Scotland,
And lumber in the woods;
The train will carry them away
And bring us back our goods
The horny handed farmers
Will bless that road from Port;
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Up to Coudersport.

Along the dusty highway
We rode one scorching day,
And saw a score of men or more
Beside the road at play,
'Twas there we met the lawyer
Just coming up from Port,
The raildoad cars are coming, humming
Up to Coudersport.

A little single iron track,
A station here and there.
A locomotive, tender, tank
A coach with swinging chair
A woman sitting on the fence
With gun to hold the fort;
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Up to Coudersport.

So now let's all be joyful
For in a few weeks now
We'll take the cars for Buffalo
Or distant Jersey Shore
We can ride the rail to meeting,
And when we go to court,
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Up to Coudersport.