OLD EIGHTY-FIVE
Had a brave engineer To make up minutes He had no fear He went down Bluestone River In old Eighty-five And when he reached the tunnel He was doing ninety-five CHORUS Old Eighty-five Going down the river Old Eighty-five To Williamson on time Old Eighty-five Trying to make up twenty minutes A manifest freight train Which must go on time When he climbed upon his engine Starting down the line He said to his brakeman "I am feeling fine" "And if I blow the whistle You will know right then I'm going to be in Williamson At half past ten" When he reached the mountain He tried his brake The Manifest freight And lives were at stake When he tried his air The fire began to fly It seemed to the brakeman Someone was going to die His fireman and buddy Was his dearest friend "Unless this brake can hold her It's our journeys end" He said "Goodbye" And he shook his hand "I"ll meet you over yonder In the Promised Land" OSCAR DUFF Poem provided by Anita S. Duff, daughter of Oscar Duff. |
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