作曲 : Traditional Song
 One morning when the office was opened
 A man quite old in years
 Stood the express office
 Showing signs of grief and tears
 And there's a clerk approached him
 With trembling words he said
 I'm waiting for my boy, sir
 He's coming home today
 Well. You have made a silly mistake
 But you must surely know
 That this is the telegraph office, Sir
 And not a town depot
 And if your boy is coming home
 The clerk did smile and say
 You'll find him with the passengers, Sir
 At the station just all the way
 No you do not understand me, Sir
 The old man shook his head
 He's coming not as a passenger
 But by express instead
 He's coming home to mother
 The old man gently said
 He's coming home in a casket, Sir
 He's coming to us dead
 Then a whistle pierced their ears
 The express train someone cry
 The old man rose in a breathless haste
 And quickly rushed outside
 Then a long white casket
 Was lowered to the ground
 And showing sighs of grief and tear
 To those who gathered around
 He said: Do not use him roughly, boys
 It contains our darling Jack
 He went away as you boys are
 This way he's coming back
 He broke his dear old mother's heart
 Her fears have all come true
 She said, it's the way that he'd come home
 If he joined the boys in blue