In the Baggage Coach Ahead

In the Baggage Coach Ahead.
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On a dark, stormy sight as the train rattled on.
All the passengers had come to bed
Except one you with both a baby in his arme,
Who sat there bowed down head
The Innocent one began cryink just then,
As though its poor heart would break
One angry man said: “Make that child stop its noise.
For it’s keeping us all awake,
“Put it out,” said another; “don’t keep it in here’
We’ve paid for our berths and we want rest.”
But never a word aaid the man with the child
As he fondled it close to his breat,
“Where is its mother? Go take it to her.”
This a lady then softly said:
“I wish that I could.” was the man’s sad reply.
But she’s dead in the coach ahead.”

Chorus-
While the train rolled onward a husband sat in tears,
Thinking of the happiness of just a few short years.
For baby, face brings pictures of a cherished that’s dead.
But baby’s cries can’t waken her in the baggage coach ahead.

Every eye filled with tears when his story he told
Of a wife that was faithful and true.
He told how he saved all of his earnings
Just to build up a home for two for years
How when heaven had sent them this sweet little baby.
Their young. happy lives were blest.
His heart seemed to break when he mentioned her name.
And in tears tried to tell them the rest.
Every woman arose to assist with the child:
There were mothers and wives on that train;
And soon was the little one sleeping in peace,
With no thought of sorrow or pain.
Next morning at a station he bade all good-by.
“God bless you,” he softly said.
Each one had a story to tell in their home
Of the baggage coach ahead.