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JULY 1936

The Hell Bound Train
Pat drank until he could drink no more
Then went to bed on the bar room floor
He went to sleep with a troubled brain
To dream he rode on a hell bound train
The engine with blood was red and damp
And brilliantly lit by a brimstone lamp
An imp for fuel was shovelling bones
And the furnace rang with a thousand groans
The boiler was filled with Guinnesses Beer
And the devil himself was the engineer.

The passengers they were a motley crew
Englishmen, Irishmen, Scotsmen and Jew
Churchmen in broadcloth, beggers in rags
Beautiful colleens and withered old hags.
Grinning faces terrified with fright
All chained together what a horrible sight
As the train dashed at an awful pace
And the hot wind scorched each quivering face.

Wilder and wilder the country grew
As faster and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
As brighter and brighter the lightening flashed
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each suffering frame
Then out in the distance there rose such a yell
Ah-ha croaked the old boy we're now nearing hell,