Wreck Of The Old 97

Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, said:? Pete,
you´re ´way behind time;
This is not thirty-eight, this is old ninety-seven,
Put her into Spencer on time
Then her turned around and said to his black greasy fireman? Shovel on a little
more coal,
And when we cross that white oak mountain
Watch old ninety-seven roll.
And then a telegram came from Washington Station
and this is how it read-
Oh that brave engineer that ran old ninety-seven
Is lying in old Anvil dead.
´Cos he was going down the grade making ninety miles an hour
the whistle broke into a scream-
He was found in the wreck with his handon the Throttle-
Scalded to dead by the steam.
Well now? all you ladies had better take a warning
from this time on and learn,
never speak harsh words to your true lovin´ husband
He may leave you and never return? poor boy!