T'was a cold wintry night And he north wind was howling down the line With a sweetheart so dear With an order to pull Old # 9. His heart hung with his song And his train rolled along Black smoke was pouring from his stack Of tomorrow, when he'd be coming back Well he sped round the hill And his brave heart stood still A headlight flashing in his face 'Cause he knew this would be his final race In the wreck he was found Lying dying on the ground And he asked them to raise his weary head As his breath slowly went To the maiden who thought she would be wed That I bought for your own And I dreamed we'd be happy by-and-by. I'm gonna leave it all to you 'Cause I know that you'll be true 'Til we meet at the pearly gates -- good-bye." Walkabouts Wreck Of The Old No.9