On a cold day and dark, cloudy ev'nin' Just before the close of day There came Harry Lyle and Dillard And with Anderson they rode a-way From Clifton Fort they started And their spirits were runnin' high As they stopped at Iron Gate and waited Till Old Number Nine went by On the main line once more they started Down the James River cold, dark and drear And they gave no thought to the danger Or the death that was waiting so near They were gay and they joked with each other As they sped on their way side by side And the old engine rocked as she travelled Through the night on that last fatal ride In an instant the story was ended On her side in that cold river bed With poor Harry Lyle in the cabin With a deep, fatal wound in his head Railroad men you should all take warnin' From the fate that befell this young man Don't forget that the step is a short one From this earth to that sweet, promised land