Lyrics:
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Bill Mason was an engineer, been on the road all his life;
I’ll never forget the morning he married himself a wife;
Bill hadn’t been married but an hour, when up came a message from Kress,
And ordered him to come down and bring out the night express.
Little Maggie set by the window, a-waiting for the night express,
And if she hadn’t-a done so, she would-a been a widow, I guess;
There were some drunken rascals that came down from the ridge,
They went down by the trestle and tore off the rails from the bridge.
When Maggie heard them working, she said “There’s something wrong.”
In less than fifteen minutes, Bill’s train gonna be along.
No time to go to the telegraph, too far away from home;
She just picked up the lantern and made for the bridge alone.
Bill Mason saw the signal, and stopped the night express.
He found little Maggie crying on the track in her wedding dress;
A-crying from delight, still holding onto the light.
He come ‘round the curve a-flying, Bill Mason’s on time tonight.
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