The last train was just leaving, and the bustle at its height.
The station master, standing there, look'd down with wond'ring eyes
Upon this little maid, so frail in form, so small in size.
"Where is your father, little one? Are you alone? He cried
With tearful eyes she look'd up in his face, and thus replied,
Chorus: Give me a ticket to heaven; that's where Dad's gone they say
He'll be so lonely without me, travelling all the way
Mother died when I was born, sir, and left Dad and me all alone
So give me a ticket to Heaven please, before the last train is gone.
My daddy worked upon the line but when I went tonight;
To take his tea, he lay there on a shutter, eh, so white.
Then to a great big building, his mates carried him away.
'He's booked for heaven, poor old Dick!' I heard one of them say.
A station this must be, I thought to find the train, I'd wait.
But finding none, I ran on here, I hope I'm not too late.
The station master said, 'Come little one, I'll see you right.
A ticket to your father you shall have this very night.'
He took her to the hospital; they let her see her dad.
Though injured, he had not been killed and oh! her heart was glad.
Then turning to that kind friend, who had brought her all the way,
She said, 'If I lose my dad again, I'll come to you and say,