Here's one, Donuel!

Through the mighty Sawtooth Mountains
Came an UP passenger train
The hoboes tried to ride her
But alas! 'twas all in vain!

The conductor took the tickets
And he 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 although he had to sweat
He still remained a western guy
And he kept his lariat.

The train was way behind time
And the passengers all were wild,
When on that track a-sudden
There strolled a little child.

Her golden hair in ringlets
Was a-streamin' down her back.
She little knew of her danger great
As she strolled along the track.

"My God!" the hog head shouted
As he slammed on all the brakes
"I'll never stop this train in time
'Cause I ain't got what it takes"

"O Heaven help that wee tot!"
He cried in accents wild.
"Can nothing stop this UP train
And save that little child?"

Then up sprang the cowboy fireman,
And a gallant lad was he,
"Now I will save that baby
If I wreck the whole UP"

He climbed upon the running board
With tears his eyes were wet
And in his hand, our hero brave
Had his trusty lariat.

He dropped his loop around a pole
That stood beside the track
And tied the other end of it
Around the big smokestack.

He jerked the train right off the rails
And caused an awful wreck
And our hero lay there in a ditch
With the engine on his neck.

Oh we will all remember
That forty-fifth of May
For many brave and gallant hearts
Were filled with fear that day.

They buried that brave fireman
Where the prairie winds blow wild.
He killed two hundred passengers
But, Thank God, he saved the child!