Perhaps She's On The Railway - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Perhaps She's on the Railway. 
Behold in me a wretched man, quite broken down by woe, I've lost my wife and can not find her any where I go; At first she robbed me of my heart, and now she's flown from me And taken all my furniture, wherever can she be? 
Chorus. Perhaps she's on the railway, with a swell so fair, Perhaps she's up in a baloon, flying thro' the air; Perhaps she's dead, perhaps alive, perhaps she's on the sea; Perhaps she's gone to Brigham Young, a Mormonite to be. 
She read so much of Mormonites, of nothing else she'd talk, And with a sanctified young chap each day she used to walk; She said he was a Mormon saint from far across the sea, I have not seen her for a week, wherever can she be? Perhaps she's on the railway, with a swell, &c. 
She can't respect the marriage vows, that faithfully she swore, I only hope her Mormon spouse has fifty wives or more; I hope he'll thrash her every night when he comes home to tea, I hope they'll always row and fight wherever they may be. Perhaps she's on the railway, with a swell, etc. 
I hope she'll have a lot of hungry, squalling brats to keep, I hope they'll cry all night, and never let her go to sleep; I hope her chimneys all may smoke, her lodgers never pay, And German bands and organ men annoy her all the day. Perhaps she's on the railway, with a swell, &c. 
If she is in the railway train. I hope that it will smash; If up in a balloon, I hope she'll fall out with a crash; If on the road to Salt Lake, then I hope she may get drowned, Then I'll get another wife, and quickly I'll be bound. Perhaps she's on the railway, with a swell, &c.