That the cars begin to rattle,
And the springs go tittle-tattle—
Frightening off the grazing cattle—
Like Hell’s thunder-river roaring,
Over Death’s dark mountain pouring
Into space, forever boring
Through th’ abysmal depths, with clatter
Clitta, clatta, clatta, clatter,
And a clinking, and a clanking,
And a clanking, and a clinking—