Station Forty-three - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
STATION FORTY-THREE. Copyright, 1894, by D. W. O'Connor & J. J. Kiernan. Words by D. W. O'Connor. Music by J. Joseph Kiernan. 
On the midnight air there's pealing forth a warning sound, In the street is none of footsteps hast'ning past my door; Rumbling comes a glit'ring engine girt with fire around, Drawn by plunging steeds, it passes with a roar; I now read the signal strokes, as on my ear they fall; They, alas! once tolled the knell of happiness for me. When the life of my brave love went out to their drear call; 'Tis a summons now as then from Station Forty-three. 
Refrain. One, two, three, four, sound the mournful notes; One, two, three, now o'er the slumb'ring city floats; Firemen, heroes true, God above speed ye On your noble mission, on to Station Forty-three. 
Fancy now recalls that scene-a night of long ago; I, in peril, at the window-my despairing cry; Struggling with the throng, my lover's in the street below, Heeding not its warning shout, "to enter is to die," He is bounding to my side-the flames a victim crave; As he wraps my form he prays, "O spare her, God, to me"; We now gain the street, but Jack falls dying to the pave. As the signal strokes die out for Station Forty-three - Refrain. 
Tears have flown, but still my heart to my dear lad is true, And I'm weary waiting for our meeting by and by; There is naught but sadness for me as I journey through, Through a world where all must know a sorrow ere they die. When I hear the fire-bells toll And see the distant glow, Then I pray that loved ones from all dangers may be free; And their solemn tones have always caused my tears to flow, To me they are ever ringing, "Station Forty-three." -Refrain.