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Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line |
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Running o'er the C&O road, just twenty minutes behind |
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Running into Sewall, it's quartered on the line |
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Receiving their strict orders from the station just behind |
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Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm |
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Said, my darling son, be careful how you run |
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For a-many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time |
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And if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time |
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Up the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed |
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Upside-down the engine turned, and Georgie's breast did smack |
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His head was against the firebox door, the flames were rolling high |
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I'm glad I was born for an engineer, to die on the C&O road |
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The doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy, be still |
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Your life may yet be saved if it's God's blessed will |
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Oh, no, said Georgie, that will not do, I want to die so free |
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I want to die for the engine I love |
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One hundred and forty-three |
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The doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved |
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Murdered upon the railroad and laid in a lonesome grave |
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His face was covered up with blood |
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His eyes you could not see |
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And the very last words poor Georgie said |
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Was nearer, my God, to Thee |
