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T'was a cold wintry night |
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Not a star was in sight |
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And he north wind was howling down the line |
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Went a brave engineer |
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With a sweetheart so dear |
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With an order to pull Old # 9. |
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His heart hung with his song |
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And his train rolled along |
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Black smoke was pouring from his stack |
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His headlight it seemed |
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To brighten his dream |
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Of tomorrow, when he'd be coming back |
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Well he sped round the hill |
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And his brave heart stood still |
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A headlight flashing in his face |
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He threw only air |
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And he murmured a prayer |
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'Cause he knew this would be his final race |
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(The crash...) |
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In the wreck he was found |
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Lying dying on the ground |
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And he asked them to raise his weary head |
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As his breath slowly went |
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This message he sent |
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To the maiden who thought she would be wed |
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"I leave a white home |
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That I bought for your own |
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And I dreamed we'd be happy by-and-by. |
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I'm gonna leave it all to you |
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'Cause I know that you'll be true |
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'Til we meet at the pearly gates -- good-bye." |
