Collected and transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer Pocahontas, Arkansas August 28, 1958
Reel 295, Item 5
Round then came the FFD,
The fastest on the line Running o'er the Cand O road,
Twenty minutes behind time;
Ran into the sea at last, quartered on the line And then received some orders From old Hinton be on time.
When she got to - ---,
The engineer was there,
Georgie Allen was his name,
With bright and golden hair,
Fireman Jack, the decker's son,
Was standing by his side,
Waiting for some orders,
In the cab both did ride.
Goergie's mother came to him,
With a basket on her arm,
Saying, Son, 0 Son, my darling Son,
Be careful how you run,
Many a poor man has lost his life By making up lost time,
And if you'll run your engine right, You'll get there just on time.
Mother, I know your advice is good,
And to it I will heed,
But my engine she's all right,
I'm sure that she will speed;
Over this road I mean to fly,
Our speed is known to all,
And when I blow at the stockyard gate,
I'm sure they'll know my call.
Georgie said to his fireman Jack There's a rock ahead I see,
(Cont'd)George Allen Reel 295, Item Continued
I'm sure that Death is waiting there
To grab both you and me
From this engine you must jump
Your darling life to save
For I want you to be an engineer
When I'm sleeping in my grave.
From the engine Jack did fly,
The river it was high,
He waved his hand to Georgie And old Number Four goodby;
The train it rolled on up the track,
Against the rock it crashed,
The engine it turned upside down His tender body mashed,
His head upon the firebox door,
The heaving flames rolled o'er,
I'm glad I was born an engineer To die on Number Four.
Doctors came to Georgie
Saying, My darling boy lie still
Prehaps that we can save your life,
Be it God's only will.
No, no, Doctors, I want to die,
I want to die so free
For the engine that I loved so well
Was a hunderd and forty-three.
Georgie's mother came to him Saying, Son, what have you done?
Too late, too late, dear Mother, too late,
My doom is almost done;
To you I'll give my local train The truth to you I'll tell,
I've run her through the Backman Tunnel To the darkest gates of hell.
People came from far and near To see this engineer.
Georgie said, God bless you, friends,
You'll surely find me here,
There never was a braver man Than Georgie Allen born,
Who died upon the Cand O road One reckless July morn.
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