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

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