In 1875, from Brighton's hand, A'Terrier' born to steam the land. Small and stout, with Stroudley's care, Through London's streets, she cut the air.
From London Bridge to Victoria's gate, She served her passengers, proud and straight. But as the years brought engines tall Stepney's duties began to fall.
To branch lines, yards, she made her way, Shunting cars through night and day. Retired? Perhaps-but not for long, Her story would continue strong.
In fifty-nine, the Bluebell came, Preserving Stepney, sealing fame. The first to join their growing fleet, A symbol proud, both tough and sweet.
Now though she rests, her steam run dry, In children's hearts, she'll never die. A hero in Awdry's Railway lore, Stepney will shine forever more.
So here she stands, a tale to tell. Of…
