The Chatsworth Wreck

 From city, town and hamlet there came a merry throng
   To view the great Niagara, with joy they sped along.

 The maiden and her lover, the husband and the wife,
   The merry prattling children so full of joyous life.

 With hand upon the lever and eye upon the track
  The engineer is standing while the shades of night grow black

 To see the smouldering timbers that lay along the ridge,
  Oh God, in pity save them! It is the railway bridge.

 A mighty crash of timbers, a sound of hissing steam;
  The groans and cries of anguish, a woman's stifled scream.

The dead and dying mingled with the broken beams and bars;
 An awful human carnage, a dreadful wreck of cars.
AlI honor to the brave ones who flame and fire fought
 AII through that night of horror, a glory dearly bought

Over land and o'er the water this thrilling message crossed
 The bridge was burned at Chatsworth, a hundred lives were lost

But oh, how much of sorrow, and oh, how much of pain
Awaited those who journeyed on that fatal railway train.

From Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin, Peters
Collected from F. A. Fair, Grand Forks, ND, 1923

Note: The wreck occurred in 1881 in Chatworth, Illinois/ The
train was headed for Niagara Falls.
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play.exe CHATWRCK
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