Oh, wake up, Mike, and drive that spike,

voiceColl. by M.C. Parler Mrs. Bertha Lauderdale Fayetteville, Ark* Dec. 5, 1959 Reel 319, Item 14 The Wake of Larry Sullivan God bless your soul, Larry Sulliven, you were always kind and good, You used to make the section-men get up and saw the wood, You used to say, Boys, saw that wood and split that kind- lin’ fine, And if the grumble about the work, my boys, you may give them all their time. Chorus: Oh, wake up, Mike, and drive that spike, Hand me that old claw-bar, While Pat puts a tap on that old strap, Jeremiah, go and oil the car. And you’d see him in the wintertime, when the ground was covered with snow, With his old soldier’s coat buttoned round his throat, like a devil he would go. .... all dangers he would dare, Chorus. ’’That was when they used to have old hand-cars that they pumped up and down the Frisco.”Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation