Here is a song by Alex Campbell not about firemen, but about a terrible fire that happened in Chicago in 1958. He wrote it in Paris a couple of years after - "When I first sung it in Britain one of the folkies dismissed it as 'like something by Woody Guthrie'. Unwittingly he paid me my least deserved compliment:

Won't you gather round me people and listen to me
I'll tell you the story of Chicago's tragedy
Took place in a Catholic school, the hour was not late,
And the time of the year was December, fifty-eight.
Chorus:
Flames in the corridors, smoke filled the rooms
Nowhere to turn and fly
Poor little children coughing in the fumes
Ninety-two of them will die.

Sobbing parents lined the pavements in winter's wind and sleet,
Some found their little children in the ashes at their feet,
What a Christmas it was in all those stricken homes
Fathers and mothers who could only weep and moan.

Come all you gentle people and join your voice to me
Say a prayer for the victim of this cruel tragedy
And parents you must try hard to guard your children well,
For if you lose them your life will be a hell.

(That is taken from Alex's little book Frae Glesga Toon, published in 1964, long out of print.)