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 passed
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