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The Wreck Of The Number Nine
by Rosalie Sorrels

'T was a cold winter's night, not a star was in sight
And the north wind came howling down the linej
Near his sweetheart, so dear, stood a brave engineer
Beyond them stood poor old Number Nine

Oh, she kissed him goodbye, tears in her eye
But the joy in his heart he could not hide
For his Whole world was right when she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride

Oh, the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
The black smoke came pouring down the stack
And the headlight's sick gleam
For tomorrow then he'd be coming back

Oh, he sped 'round the hill, his great heart stood still
For the headlights were shining in his face
And he whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race

In the wreck he was found, lying there on the ground
He asked them to raise his weary head
As his breath slowly went, this message he sent
To the maiden who thought she would be wed

There's a little white home that I bought for our own
I dreamed we'd be happy by and by
But I'll leave it to you for I know you'll be true
When we meet at the golden gate, Goodbye

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