Louder and louder the thunder crashed,
Brighter and brighter the lightning flashed.
And out in the distance there rose a yell,
“Ah, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell.”
Then, oh how the passengers shrieked in pain
And begged of the devil to stop the train.
“You have bullied the weak, you have robbed the poor,
The starving brother you turned from your door,
You have laid up gold where canker rusts,
And given free use of your fleshly lusts.