From The Washington Herald, September 23, 1913.
When there’s a dreadful railroad wreck,
Or accidents appear,
Officials nearly break a neck
To pinch the engineer.
The engineer, he went to sleep,
The havoc was immense.
Of course we hold resentment deep,
But some day we’ll get sense.
We’ll pinch the railroad’s ruler then
And have him put away;
The jolly chap who makes his men
Work eighteen hours a day.