Collected and transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer Pocahontas, Arkansas August 28, 1958
Reel 295, Item 6
The Wreck of Old Number Nine
On a cold winter's night, not a star was in sight,
And the north wind came howling down the line With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer With orders to pull old Number Nine.
She kissed him good-bye with a tear in her eye,
But the joy in his heart he could not hide,
For the whole world was bright when she told him that night That tomorrow she would be his blushing bride.
Oh the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along,
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack.
The headlight agleam seemed to brighten his dream Of tomorrow when he'd be going back.
He sped round a hill and his brave heart stood still For the headlight was shining in his face,
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 And 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 Where I dreamed we'd be happy by and by,
I will leave it to you, for I know you'll be true,
Till we meet at the golden gate, goodbye.
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