Jump jolt—who value our lives,
Jump—and you won't catch one here again who survives
The patent process of killing!
(Chorus of Directors.)
With our slap dash, crack crash,
And here and there a glorious smash
And a hundred killed and wounded!—
It's little we jolly directors care
For a passenger's limbs if he pays his fare,
So away you go at a florin the pair,