The earliest known printing?

Ceredo [W.V.] Advance (May 12, 1909), p. 8:

                   Published by Request

                   Wreck of the F.F.V.

Along came the F.F.V., the fastest on the line,
A-running on the C&O Road, thirty minutes behind time.
As she passed the Sewalls it was quarters on the line,
And they received new orders to make up some lost time

                               CHORUS.

Many man’s been murdered by the railroad, railroad.
Many man’s been murdered on the railroad and lain in his lonesome grave.

When she arrived at Hinton, the engineer was there,
His name was George Alley, with bright and golden hair.
His fireman, Jackie Dickerson, was standing by his side,
Receiving their strict orders, both in the cab to ride.

Georgie’s mother came to him with a basket on her arm,
Saying, “Georgie, dear, my darling son, be careful how you run;
Many a poor man’s lost his life trying to make up all lost time.
But if you hold your engine right you'll get there just on time."

“Oh, mother, I know your advice is good, to the letter I'll take heed;
I know my engine is all right - I know that she will speed.
It’s over that road I mean to fly with speed unknown to all
And when I blow the stockyard gates, they'll surely hear my call.”

Georgie stepped into his cab, the throttle he did pull;
Off the engine darted like a fire in angry wool.
“It’s o’er the road I mean to fly with speed unknown to all,
And when I blow for Big Bend Tunnel, they’ll surely hear my call.”

Georgie said to his fireman, "Jack, a little more extra steam.
I mean to pull old No. 4 the fastest you’ve ever seen;
I mean to pull her through, my boy, with speed unknown to all,
And when I blow for Clifton Forge, they'll surely hear my call.”

Georgie said to his fireman, “Jack, a rock ahead I see,
I know that death is waiting there to grab both you and me.
From this cab now you must leap, your darling life to save;
I want you to be an engineer when I'm sleeping in my grave.”

“Oh no, Georgie; I will not go, I want to die with you.”
“Oh no,” said Georgie, “I will not die for both me and you.”
From the cab poor Jack did fly, New River it was high,
And he kissed his hand to George, old No. 4 flew by.

On the engine darted and against the rock she crashed;
Upside down the engine turned, her [sic] tender body mashed.
His head against the fire box, the burning flames rolled o’er,
“I'm glad I was born an engineer to die on 44.”

Georgie’s mother came to him, saying, “My son, what have you done?”
“Too late, too late, mother dear, my race is almost run;
But if I had a local train, the truth to you I’ll tell,
I would run her into Clifton Forge or drop her into hell!”

The doctor said to Georgie, “My darling son, be still
Your life may yet be saved if it be God's blessed will.”
“Oh no,” said Georgie, “I want to die; I’m ready now to go;
I want to die with the engine I love, and that’s old 44.”