The Southern Railway had a wreck at ten o'clock one morn
Near Hodges and Newmarket grounds, the place and date adorn
On the twenty-fourth of September, the year nineteen and four
Was when that awful wreck occurred to both the rich and poor

The trains were going east and west and speeding on their way
They ran together on a curve and what a wreck that day
The cars were busted and torn and split
And spread across the track
You see a picture of the wreck just over on the back

Conductor on the west-bound train had made a bad mistake
He never read his orders right and caused that awful fate
He hurt one hundred and a half and there were seventy dead
I hope he has forgiveness now and lives without a dread

The engineer on the east-bound train had kissed his darling wife
Before he got on board his train then he had to give his life
I trust that he was pure in heart and now is with the blest
And that his wife will meet him there and be with him at rest

They found a note the man had wrote and this is what it said
'Please take me home and bury me' that filled them all with dread
Found his body cold in death and then they sent him home
And buried him with long-gone friends with whom he used to roam

And, oh, the men and women's moans did echo through the air
Such cries was never heard before from humans in despair
The little children cried aloud for mercy to their God
But now they all are dead and gone and under earthly sod