Oh, here’s a game, oh, here’s a go!
A running such a rig!”
A signal, hark!—the whistle screamed,
Smash! went the windows all:
“An accident!” cried out each one,
As loud as he could bawl,
Away went Gilpin, never mind,
His brain seemed spinning round;
Thought he, “This speed a killing pace
Will prove, I’ll bet a pound!”