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Little Marian Parker

Way out in California a family bright and gay
were planning for their Christmas not very far away
They had a little daughter A sweet and pretty child
And all the folks who knew her loved Marian Parker’s smile

She left her home one morning for school not far away
And no one dreamed that danger could come to her that day
And then a murdrous villa a fiend with heart of stone
Took little Marian Parker away from friends and home
The world was horror stricken and people held their breath
Until they found poor Marian Her body cold in death
And then they caught the coward yound Hickman was their man
They brought him back to justice his final trail to stand

There is a great commandment that says thou shat not kill
And those who do not heed it their cup of sorrow fill
This song should be a warning to parents far and near
We cannot guard too closely the ones we love so dear

Wreck Of The Royal Palm

On a dark ans stormy night
The rain was falling fast
The two cracked trains on the Southern road
With Flairing whistle sped
Were speeding down the line
For home and Christmas day
On the Royal Palm and Palm City [Anne]
Was laughter bright and gay

When coming around the curve
At Forty miles an hour
The Royal Palm was making time
Neath an interdrenching shower
There came a mighty crash
The two great engines met
And in the minds of those who lived
There’s a scene they’ll never forget

It was an awful sight
Beneath the pouring rain
The dead and dying lying there
Beneath that might train
No tongue can ever tell
No pen will ever write
No one will ever know but those who saw
The horrors of that night

On board the two great trains
The folks were bright and gay
When like a flash the Master called
They had no time to pray
And in a moment’s time
The awful work was done
And many souls that fatal night
Had made their final run

There’s many a saddened home
Since that sad Christmas day
Those loved ones never will return
To drive the gloom away
They were on teh Royal Palm
As she sped Across the state
Without a moment’s notice cried
They went to meet their fate

Were on the road of life
And like the railroad man
We aught to do the best to make
The station if we can
So let us all take care
And keep our orders straight
For if we get our orders mixed
Will surely be to late