Runnin' the Missouri 'fore the railroads spoiled the trade,
Engineer, and a good one of his kind,
Claimed to have no feelin's; 'twas the only brag he made.
Come what might, he didn't give a hang;
Watch a Levee shootin' scrape and never turn a hair,
Stand and chew while some other boat went bang!
And blew her decks and b'ilers half a mile up in the air.
News of death didn't bother him,
Never showed no feelin's by word or sigh or frown.
Gabr'el's Trump wouldn't worried Slim,