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American Ballads and Folk Songs
When we got within a mile of the place, Number One stared us all in the face. The conductor pulled out his watch And he mumbled and said, "We may make it, but we'll all be dead. All be dead, oh, we'll all be dead, We may make it but we'll all be dead, For I've been on the Charley so long,"
As the two locomotives was about to bump,
The fireman prepared for to make his jump.
The engineer blowed the whistle
And the fireman bawled,
"Please, Mr. Conductor, won't you save us all,
Save us all, oh, save us all,
Please, Mr, Conductor, won't you save us all?
For I've been on the Charley so long."
Oh, you ought to been there for to have seen the sight,
Screaming and yelling, both colored and white.
Some were crippled, and some were lame;
But the six-wheel driver had to bear the blame.
Ain't it a pity, oh, ain't it a shame
That the six-wheel driver had to bear the blame?
For I've been on the Charley so long.
OL> JOHN BROWN
Passenger train stood in the shed, Twas a drizzling rain, and clouds o'erhead, Up on the engine was ol' John Brown, He was a good ol' frien', but he done broke downu