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Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, Said: 'Steve, you're way behind time, 'This is not 38, this is Ol' 97, 'Put her into Spencer on time.' Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman, 'Shovel on a little more coal. 'And when we cross that White Oak mountain, 'Watch Ol' '97 roll.' And then a telegram come from Washington station, This is how it read: 'Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97, 'Is lyin in old Danville dead.' 'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour, The whistle broke into a scream. He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle, Scalded to death by the steam. One more time! Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning, From this time on and learn. Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband. He may leave you and never return. Poor Boy.