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THE OF THE NO. 9
(Writer J. Robison)
'60 MCA

On a cold winter's night not a star was in
And the north wind came howling the line
his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer
With his to pull old No 9
She kissed him goodbye a tear in her eye
But the joy in his heart he could not
Oh the whole world seemed bright she told him that night
tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
Oh the hummed a song as the train rolled along
And the black smoke came from the stack
And the headlight seemed to brighten his dream
Of when he'd be coming back
He steered around the hill and his brave stood still
For a headlight was in his face
And he whispered a as he drew on the air
or he this would be his final grace
In the he was found lying there on the ground
And he asked to raise his weary head
As his breath slowly went this the he sent
To the who thought she would be wed
a little white home that I built for our own
Where I dreamed we'd be by and by
But I leave it to you for I know you'll be
Till we meet at the golden gate