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80 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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While the train rushed on at an awful pace,
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and
face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew.
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Louder and louder the thunder crashed, And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became, Till the clothes were burnt from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell, "Ha, ha," said the Devil, "we're nearing hell!" Then, oh, how the passengers shrieked with
pain, And begged the Devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced with glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. "My faithful friends, you have done the work, And the Devil never can a payday shirk.
" You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor; The starving brother you've turned from the door; You've laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust.
"You've justice scorned and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down;
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and
lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. |
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