American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 A Hit After The Ball
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42
A HIT-AFTER THE BALL.
(A LA SHAKESPEARE.)
By Tom F. Monaghan.
The wind blew high on the mountain heights,
In the vale below 'twas dark as night;
'Twas dreary and Cold, and a man was sold
By a joke that was feeble And worn and old.
As he stood alone in his deep dismay
he heard again the song of the day,
And he cried, "Father Time, let me answer your call,
And be saved from that terrible 'After the Ball'."
THE RAILROAD BRAKEMAN.
Written by Louise B. Gaffney-Flannigan
Tune-"My Sweetheart's the Man in the Moon."
Everybody loves a hero, noble, brave and true;
Everybody loves the soldier who fought in coat of blue,
And the jolly hearted sailor who sails o'er the main;
But another hero is the brakeman on his train.
Oh, he is a hero so true.
His duty he strives hard to do;
With his lantern's dim light,
On the freight cars at night,
At his post of duty he'll always be found.
O'er car tops all ice and snow,
Bending for bridges so low;
Oh, may God watch and save
These dear lads so brave,
As they speed on their trains night and day.
When duty calls he must obey, be never can forget
To give his signals, make his couplings, and have his brakes all set.
Ofttimes a misstep in the darkness brings him down between,
Then the mangled body of a brakeman will he seen.- Chorus.
There's many a broken-hearted mother weeping for her boy.
A fond and loving wife And comrade whose heart has lost all joy;
But he set his last brake up, he has made his last long run,
His cross he bore with loving patience, now his crown is torn.- Chorus.
On Decoration day, when you strew flowers bright and fair,
Do not pass his lonely grave, he is lying there;
Plant the sweetest flowers that blossom on his unmarked grave,
For he was a noble hero, he was true und brave.- Chorus.