Here's a road to be made
With the pick and the spade.
'Tis to reach to Ohio for the benefit of trade.
Here are mountains to be leveled,
Here are valleys to be filled,
Here are rocks to be blown and bridges, too, to build!
And we're all hopping, skipping, and jumping,
And we're all crazy here in Baltimore!
And when the road is made
And the pick and spade,
In the locomotive's engine, they will put a little fire;
And while the kettle boils,
We may ride 400 miles,
Or go to bed in Baltimore and breakfast in Ohio!
Where they're all waiting, hoping, praying
For a quick way to come to Baltimore!
