On a dark and stormy night, as the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except one young man with a babe in his arms Who sat there with a bowed-down head The innocent one began crying just then As though its poor heart would break One angry man said, Make that child stop its noise For it’s keeping all of us awake 
Put it out, said another, Don’t keep it in here We’ve paid for our berths and want rest But never a word said the man with the child As he fondled it close to his breast Where is its mother, go take it to her This a lady then softly said I wish that I could, was the man’s sad reply But she’s dead in the coach ahead 
Chorus While the train rolled onward A husband sat in tears Thinking of the happiness Of just a few short years For baby’s face brings pictures Of a cherished hope that’s dead But baby’s cries can’t waken her In the baggage coach ahead 
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