The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 14, Issue 10 (January 1, 1940)
They have sealed the road through Kelso bush
And up the mounting grade;
The speeding cars with thunder-rush
Flash through the forest shade.
Where once the old mail-coaches with their gallant teams toiled by,
The roar of open exhausts goes shrieking to the sky.
But still of a night, I have heard them say,
When the wind is from the west,
You may hear a whistle ringing gay
All down the Kelso crest.
And where the eerie shadows pass across the moonless sky,
You may hear the gallant hoof-beats of the old coach-teams go by.