On The Road

When you’re riding on the trains

     Watch your ticket;

If you don’t the fact remains

     Some one may pick it.

When you’re riding on the road

     Watch your grip, it

Often happens, I’ll be blowed,

     Some one may slip it.

When riding on the rails,

     Watch your coat, sir;

Else you’ll have, it seldom fails,

     No coat to tote, sir.

When you’re riding on the train,

     Watch your stuff, boys;

I’ve been stung – never again –

     This is no bluff, boys!

Oct. 1, ‘10