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134 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
I'm going to run her till she leaves the rail, Or make it on time with the Southern mail."
Around the curve and down the dump,
Two locomotives were bound to bump.
Foreman hollered, "Jones, it's just ahead,
We might jump and make it, but we'll all be dead."
'Twas around this curve he spied a passenger train, Rousing his engine he caused the bell to ring; Foreman jumped off, but Jones stayed onó He's a good engineer, but he's dead and gone.
Poor Casey Jones was all right,
For he stuck to his duty both day and night,
They loved to hear his whistle and ring of number
three, As he came into Memphis on the old I. C.
Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain Are not apart from a railroad train; Tales that are in earnest, noble, and grand, Belong to the life of a railroad man.
THE LADY ELGIN
Up from the man's cottage, Forth from the mansion door,