Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Miss Anna Reavis
Sept. 14, 1950
Reel 69, Item 3
The Wreck of 52
On a bright and sunny day
In the merry month of May
From Clifton a train pulled out on time.
'Twas old Number fifty-two
The fastest on the old Southern line
George Allen was the name
Of that engineer of fame
Who rode with that train that fatal day;
When he left . . . home
And his wife there alone,
He thought he'd return to her next day.
The train was loaded down
With . . . northern bound
And little did they think they'd have delay;
How little did they know
Just for favors bestowed (??)
And be . . . they had ever gone that way.
No one was to blame
For the wrecking of that train
But a little boy who was out at play;
He placed his knife on the rail
And the next train couldn't fail
To wreck that came along that way.
Everyone knows the tale
How the train ripped the rail
The . • • . were dying everywhere;
• . . for a home
• . . there alone
As steam from the engine filled the air
On his deathbed Allen lay,
From the wound he got that day
His wife and his children by his side
When he heard his Master call,
He left them one and all,
For Allen had taken his last ride.
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