Hello, everyone. Don, I can see that your contribution to this discussion is from last October, but if you see this and you've got a complete version that's different from the one below, could you please post it? Thanks!
Cheers,
Auxiris

THE WRECK OF THE OLD SOUTHERN PACIFIC
"Haywire" Mac McClintock

Out of the Sierra Mountains came an SP passenger train.
The hoboes tried to ride her, but alas! 'twas all in vain.
The conductor took the tickets and counted every soul.
The engineer looked straight ahead and the fireman shoveled coal.

Now the fireman was a cowboy, but do not think it strange.
He could make more money shoveling coal than riding on the range.
And though he was a fireman, and though he had to sweat,
He still remained a western boy and he kept his lariat.

Now the train was way behind time, and the passengers were wild,
When on the track a-sudden there strolled a little child.
Her golden hair in ringlets was hanging down her back.
She little knew her danger grave as she strolled along the track.

"My God!" the engineer shouted, as he slammed on all the brakes.
"I'll never stop this train in time. I ain't got what it takes.
Oh, who will save that wee tot?" he cried in accents wild.
"Can anyone stop this SP train and save that little child?"

Up stepped the cowboy-fireman, and a gallant lad was he:
"Oh, I will save that baby if I wreck this whole SP."
He stepped out on the running board. With tears his eyes were wet,
And in his hand, our hero brave bore his trusty lariat.

He quickly dropped a fast loop round a pole beside the track,
And then he tied the other end around the big smokestack.
He pulled the train clear off the track and caused an awful wreck.
Our hero lay there in the ditch with the engine on his neck.

Oh, we will long remember that 45th of May,
For there were many gallant hearts all filled with fear that day!
We buried that poor cowboy where the prairie winds blow wild.
He killed two hundred passengers but, thank God, he saved that child!