He taken her on to hell's old gate, Chir-u-ra-wee, hell's old gate, But when he got there he got there too late, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, got there too late. And so he had to keep his wife, Chir-u-ra-wee, had to keep his wife, And keep her he did for the rest of his life. Sing chir-u-ra-wee, for the rest of his life. JERRY, GO ILE THAT CAR Come all ye railroad section men an' listen to my song, It is of Larry O'Sullivan who now is dead and gone. For twinty years a section boss, he niver hired a tar-- Oh, it's "j'int ahead and cinter back, An' Jerry, go ile that car!" For twinty years a section boss, he niver hired a tar, But it's "j'int ahead an cinter back, An' Jerry, go ile that car-r-r!" For twinty years a section boss, he worked upon the track, And be it to his cred-i-it he niver had a wrack. For he kept every j'int right up to the p'int wid the tap of the tampin-bar-r-r; And while the byes was a-swimmin' up the ties, It's "Jerry, wud yez ile that car-r-r!" God rest ye, Larry O'Sullivan, to me ye were kind and good; Ye always made the section men go out and chop me wood; An' fetch me wather from the well an' chop me kindlin' fine; And any man that wouldn't lind a hand, 'twas Larry give him his Time. And ivery Sunday morni-i-ing unto the gang he'd say: "Me byes, prepare--yez be aware the ould lady goes to church the day. Now, I want ivery man to pump the best he can, for the distance it is far-r-r; An' we have to get in ahead of number tin-- So, Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!" 'Twas in November in the winter time and the ground all covered wid snow, "Come put the hand-car-r-r on the track an' over the section go!" Wid his big soger coat buttoned up to his t'roat, all weathers he would dare-- An' it's "Paddy Mack, will yez walk the track, An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!" "Give my respects to the roadmas-ther," poor Larry he did cry, "An lave me up that I may see the ould hand-car before I die. Come, j'int ahead an' cinter back, An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!" Then lay the spike maul upon his chist, the gauge, and the ould claw-bar-r-r, And while the byes do be fillin' up his grave, "Oh, Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!" JOHN GARNER'S TRAIL HERD Come all you old timers and listen to my song; I'll make it short as possible and I'll not keep you long; I'll relate to you about the time you all remember well When we, with old Joe Garner, drove a beef herd up the trail. When we left the ranch it was early in the spring, We had as good a corporal as ever rope did swing, Good hands and good horses, good outfit through and through,-- We went well equipped, we were a jolly crew.