Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
“Oh no”, said George, “That will not do I want to die so free
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed
The doctor said to Georgie, “Your life cannot be saved”
Saying, “My darling son, be careful how you run
His face was covered up with blood his eyes you could not see
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three”
Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will”
His head was against the firebox door the flames were rolling high
Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast did smash
I'm glad I was born to be an engineer on the C and O road to die
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
Running into Sou'ville headquarters on the line
The doctor said to Georgie, “My darling son be still
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time”
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
