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'Twas on an autumn evening, an old man bent with age He landed in a city from off of the dusty sage Is this the express office sir ? I've come to meet my son They told me that the train was due at this place at half past one 
You've made a slight mistake, sir, I'd like for you to know This is the express office, and not the town deport You do not understand me, sir, with trembling lips his said He's not coming to me as a passenger, but he's coming to me dead 
Just then a whistle pierced the air, "the express", some one cried And with a feeble tremblijhng step, the old man passed outside Just then a casket in a box was lowered to the ground It was an eager, anxious crowd that quickly gathered 'round 
Don't handle it so roughly boys, for that's our darling Jack He left us just as you are now, Look how he's coming back It's broken his poor mother's heart as partings always do Think God he died a hero's death while with the boys in blue