Along came the F.F.V.,
The swiftest on the line.
Running o`er the C. `n O.,
Road just twenty minutes behind.
Running into Souville
head quarters on the line;
Receiving their strict orders
from a station just behind.
Georgie`s mother came to him,
A bucket on her arm.
Saying to her darling son,
"Be careful how you run;
"Many a man has lost his life
"Trying to make lost time,
And if you run your engine right,
"You`ll get there just on time."
Up the road she darted,
Against the rock she crushed,
Upside down the engine turned
And Georgie`s breast did smash.
His head against the fire-box door,
The flames were rolling high.
"I`m glad I was born for an engineer
On the C & O Road to die."
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The doctor said to Georgie,
"My darling boy, be still,
"Your life may yet be saved
"If it is God`s blessed Will."
"Oh, no," said George,
"That will not do,
"I want to die so free,
"I want to die for the engine I love,
"One Hundred and Forty-Three."
The doctor said to Georgie,
"Your life cannot be saved,
"Murdered upon a railroad
"And laid in a lonesome grave."
His face was covered up with blood,
His eyes you could not see,
And the very last words poor Georgie said
Were "Nearer, my God, to Thee."
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