The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track 
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. 
A train whirls by, and men and women at tables 
Alive with red roses and yellow jonquils, 
Eat steaks running with brown gravy,
Strawberries and cream, eclaires and coffee. 
The dago shovelman finishes the dry bread and bologna, 
Washes it down with a dipper from the water-boy, 
And goes back to the second half of a ten-hour day?s work 
Keeping the road-bed so the roses and jonquils
Shake hardly at all in the cut glass vases 
Standing slender on the tables in the dining cars.