As crammed as you could pack,
And not a soul a-chaffin’ there
Know’d death lay on the track,—
It did seem ’ard in that there way
To end their ‘famous ’oliday!’
“And, oh! it was a ’orrid sight,
When off the line she run,
With dozens lying stiff and still,
Who started full of fun!
But, there—had Jim now not give way,