—Charlie Poole
It was going to a falls by a narrow
That I heard a cry I ever shall remember,
The fire sent and cast its burning embers
On another fated city of our land.
Chorus:
Fire, fire, I heard the cry
From every breeze that passes by,
All the world was one sad cry of pity
Strong men in anguish prayed,
Calling loud to heaven for aid,
While the fire in ruins was laying
Fair Baltimore, the beautiful city
Amid an awful struggle of commotion,
The wind blew a gale from the ocean,
Brave firemen struggled with devotion,
But their efforts all proved in vain.
Chorus
Verse 2
Verse:
| I | IV | I | V |
| I | IV | V | I |
Chorus:
| I | I | IV | I |
| IV | I | V | V |
| I | I | IV | I |
| IV | I | V | I |