I sing a song so sorrowful, my heart's filled with woe,
My misery's so powerful wherever I may go,
Like a Hollyhock in a garden, beat down by the rain,
Thro' a young man on the railway, who drove a mail train.
Chorus: Oh my misery's so powerful, I ne'er shall meet again,
That young man on the railway, who drives the mail train
In his suit of silver moleskin, he was muskiler and strong
Mustarchers like an horficer, and his whiskers were long [Note 491.2]
Standing six feet in his wellingtons of him I was vain
Oh that young man on the railway, who drive the mail train.
I met him at a semberly some two years ago [Note 491.3]
Attention so partikiler to me he did show
I was dressed like a marshoness, in muslin-de-laine
By the young man on the railway, who drove the mail train.
He told me that he worshipp'd me, and said too beside
In a year and a quarter, he'd make me his bride
And never would do anything to cause my heart pain,
Oh the young man on the railway, who drives the mail train.
One day there came a postman, with a double rat-tat [Note 491.4]
It made my poor hear beat with a pitty-ty-pat
For it said "I am married, so farewell Ann Jane"
Oh the young man on the railway, who drives the mail train.
Oh where shall I wander, Oh where shall I fly
My heart is like a water-pump all chok'd up and dry;
Or a biler near a bustin with misery and pain
Thro' the young man on the railway, who drives the mail train.