. Switch lights . rything ter smash,An ^splodin the biler, an catchin a-fire—An nen they sent our ma a wire. Well, when the call-boy cumed at night A-poundin us clean out o bed,Why we we felt ez though wed fight Im, when he said our pa wuz dead,An there wuz a wreck—nen ma she cried—An so did we, cuz pa had died. But, sir, they brunged him home nex day,The men did—what works on the road— An there wuz tears n their eyes, an theyJest brusht em away ith their sleeve; the load Wuz orful heavy fer em, too— An we cried an cried—an wouldnt you? They berried him away up on the hill Ith flowers, an a lo
. Switch lights . rything ter smash,An ^splodin the biler, an catchin a-fire—An nen they sent our ma a wire. Well, when the call-boy cumed at night A-poundin us clean out o bed,Why we we felt ez though wed fight Im, when he said our pa wuz dead,An there wuz a wreck—nen ma she cried—An so did we, cuz pa had died. But, sir, they brunged him home nex day,The men did—what works on the road— An there wuz tears n their eyes, an theyJest brusht em away ith their sleeve; the load Wuz orful heavy fer em, too— An we cried an cried—an wouldnt you? They berried him away up on the hill Ith flowers, an a lot uv we jest try an be so still An try ter be good ter ma—an not mean—Cuz pa had tole us ter alius mindHer, she wuz so good an kind. 26 SWITCH-LIGHTS. Sometimes we go down ter the yard,An oflfen over round the shops— The men 11 pat our heads, an wink hardAn try ter speak, but the tears jest stoijs The words up in their throats, an their lids LI close, an nen theyll say—Poor Kids!. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 27 mho Can Cell? Oh! Who can tell, as years roll round, And seasons come and go,Who next will lie beneath the moundWhere sparkles dew—or snow?Oh! Who can tell?Oh! Who can know? When leaving home to thread our way With ringing wheel and bellAlong the steel—shall we next dayReturn alive and well?Oh! Who can know?Oh! Who can tell? SWITCH-LIGHTS. H Song* Oh, mj Master, signal meThrough this deep, strange is the line of life—Full of danger, full of Thy signals let me see—Oh, my Master, signal me,Signal me. When theres danger round lifes curve,Or I from the track might swerve—Lest some wreck might hapjjen there—This, Oh Master, is my prayer:That Thy hand will signal meSafely through lifes mystery. When at last I end lifes its weariness is done;When Thy terminal I the welcome lights Thy signal wave to me: *^^Heavens line is clear for for thee. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 29 Olben t
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