My man's a jolly railroad man, folks all call him shorty He never works at anything else, tomorrow he'll be forty An engineer is what he is, for him I'll go the limit So try and beat him if you can, his engine's never timid My man's a jolly railroad man, his engine's number eleven If you want a better man, you'll have to go to heaven For anything he undertake is always on the square The only thing he asks of you, be sure and pay your fare His hand upon the throttle stick, his head out the cab He gave that hack the all-gone, girls, the brake rods nearly dragged He gazed upon his fireman as soon he starts to moan He'll tell you, boys, you all thank then our dear old home sweet home My man's a jolly railroad man, his engine's number eleven If you want a better man, you'll have to go to heaven For anything he undertakes is always on the square The only thing he asks of you, be sure and pay your fare The telegraph poles as he rode by look like teeth in a comb The engine sways on all eight wheels, red hot around the dome O'er hill and dale we roll with speed by streams like White Street River A pair of wings is all we need to take our prayer to heaven My man's a jolly railroad man, his engine's number eleven If you want a better man, you'll have to go to heaven For anything he undertakes is always on the square The only thing he asks of you, be sure and pay your fare