Cat. #1483 (MFH #296) - As sung by Laura Arthur, Springfield, Missouri on November 2, 1972
VERSE 1
I have a song I'd like to sing
It's awful but it's true
About a babe thrown from a train
By a Mother I know not who
VERSE 2
This poor little babe, a few days old
Was in a satched lain
It little clothes around it fold
An' thrown out from th train
VERSE 3
Th train was running at full speed
Th Northbound Number Four
Just as they crossed th big river bridge
They cast it from th door
VERSE 4
It was Bill Helms who found this babe
He heard its helpless cry
An' took it home to his loving wife
She would not let it die
VERSE 5
They washed an' bathed its little face
An' soon they hushed its cry
God bless them, while they are alive
God bless them when they die
VERSE 6
This poor little babe, God bless its heart
I cannot tell its name
For it has a Mother to take its part
An' a Father just th same
VERSE 7
They called him William Moses Gould
Because he had no name
And if he lives to be a man
He'll bare it just th same
VERSE 8
This ends my song, my story is told
I'll say to all good-bye
Until we meet around th throng
In that bright home on high