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Wreck of No. 9
She kissed him goodby, with a tear in her eyes
And the pain in his heart he could not hide,
For the whole world seemed bright,
when she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
As the train rolled along, and the wheels hummed a song
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
With his head light agleam, seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back.
He sped down the hill, and his brave heart stood still
For a headlight came shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race.
In the wreck he was found, lying there on the ground
And he asked them to raise his weary head.
As his breath slowly went, a true message he sent
To the maiden he thought he would have wed.
There's a little white house that I bought for our own
Where I dreamed we'd be happy bye and bye.
And I leave it to you, for I know you'll be true
Till we meet at Heaven's gate. Good-bye.