On a dark stormy night, as the train rattled on,
All the passengers had gone to bed,
Except one young man with a babe on his arm,
Who sat there with a bowed-down head.
The innocent one commenced crying just then,
As though its poor heart would break.
One angry man said, “Make that child stop its noise,
For you’re keeping all of us awake.”
“Put it out,” said another; “don’t keep it in here,