I stepped out this morning To watch my drivers roll To hear my whistle blowing While the fireman slings the coal When I got to the switchyard, I heard a brakeman say Oh what a mystery. Your engines cold today. Up stepped a little maiden With a teardrop in her eye She began, Oh Mister Man, Do you pull old Number Five? My daddy was your fireman, And he often spoke of you Of being so kindhearted, So honest, so brave, so true He was found dead this morning On trestle number five On his way to prepare the morning train for you The story explaining the mystry By a little maiden was told Twas the first time in history, I found my engine cold So you railroad men take warning, And play this game fair So when the Master calls on us, Well meet my fireman up there
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