Latimer/Hoover
I work for the Union Pike,
out on the Western Line.
I found Uncle Sean in Denver,
and he and his wife are fine.
They send their best,
and like the rest -
they send home the slates.
It took six months from the Cobh,
another six by land,
but the pay is good,
and as I should
I'll send home the slates.
Back on your feet
now lads,
Our time for writing home has pa**ed.
Six miles to spike today,
that's what we need.
So fast lads
we must advance,
Work to the Gandy dance.
Six days to double pay,
that's our reward -
But not 'til the line goes down.
I'll not send empty letters,
I know you need the rent.
Dad, you deserve a new pair of boots,
I know it's money well spent.
So kind regards,
I'll work hard -
to send home the slates.
PS. Dear Ma,
I send my picture.
Don't let the family forget me...