The Kaldron . ©raupl Bummin down to Pittsburgh, seven more and IBummin on an ore train, not a box car there Every darned gondola open to the sky Drippin rainy weather; paper called it fair. Jumped her at the Junction thirty per and skinnedAll my knuckles and a shin; heard a pant leg tear Like a rotten main sail; didnt have the windTo express my feelins; couldnt even swear. Joltin like a shimmy queen, bouncin like a FordLurchin like a drunkard with a wooden leg Climbed up to the hopper from the running board And got a most beastly cramp; thought Id lost a leg. Lost my pipe among the ore, all my

The Kaldron . ©raupl Bummin down to Pittsburgh, seven more and IBummin on an ore train, not a box car there Every darned gondola open to the sky Drippin rainy weather; paper called it fair. Jumped her at the Junction thirty per and skinnedAll my knuckles and a shin; heard a pant leg tear Like a rotten main sail; didnt have the windTo express my feelins; couldnt even swear. Joltin like a shimmy queen, bouncin like a FordLurchin like a drunkard with a wooden leg Climbed up to the hopper from the running board And got a most beastly cramp; thought Id lost a leg. Lost my pipe among the ore, all my Stock Photo
Preview

Image details

Contributor:

The Reading Room / Alamy Stock Photo

Image ID:

2AXF2AG

File size:

7.1 MB (480.4 KB Compressed download)

Releases:

Model - no | Property - noDo I need a release?

Dimensions:

1346 x 1856 px | 22.8 x 31.4 cm | 9 x 12.4 inches | 150dpi

More information:

This image is a public domain image, which means either that copyright has expired in the image or the copyright holder has waived their copyright. Alamy charges you a fee for access to the high resolution copy of the image.

This image could have imperfections as it’s either historical or reportage.

The Kaldron . ©raupl Bummin down to Pittsburgh, seven more and IBummin on an ore train, not a box car there Every darned gondola open to the sky Drippin rainy weather; paper called it fair. Jumped her at the Junction thirty per and skinnedAll my knuckles and a shin; heard a pant leg tear Like a rotten main sail; didnt have the windTo express my feelins; couldnt even swear. Joltin like a shimmy queen, bouncin like a FordLurchin like a drunkard with a wooden leg Climbed up to the hopper from the running board And got a most beastly cramp; thought Id lost a leg. Lost my pipe among the ore, all my Beechnut gone; Wetter than a jelly fish seven fathoms deep;Stretched out on the bottom and the others piled on, Took me for a mattress; wouldnt let me sleep. Stopped at every sidin, twice they broke the air Then pulled out a drawhead; laid there half the night Finly hit Red Raven. Did the people stare When they saw us comin? Lord we were a sight. Rambled clown to Schenley, stiff in every joint Copper stopped

Save up to 70% with our image packs

Pre-pay for multiple images and download on demand.

View discounts