| The scene was a station, the time was midnight |
| The fatal word fire on the lamps glittered bright |
| The firemen are dozing while safely at hand |
| The horse were waiting the words of command |
| Click goes the message of danger and death |
| Down dash the firemen not pausing for breath |
| In go the horses hi hi hi clear the way |
| While borne on the zephyrs a voice seemed to say |
| Chorus |
| Heaven speed the members of the fire brigade |
| Heroes true as stell hearts that never fear |
| Ready steady and undismayed |
| Are the noble-hearted members of the fire brigade |
| On like the wind how the horses perspire |
| See they arrive at the scene of the fire |
| Crash go the beams of the roof to the ground |
| Scorching the people standing around |
| Hark how that cry of dismay rends the air |
| Look at yon window a woman's up there |
| Up goes a fireman with resolute will |
| Hushed are the people the boldest are still |
| Chorus |
| Steadily upward still higher and higher |
| Choking and scorched by the smoke and the fire |
| Onward he goes till the woman he nears |
| Stop - see - she falters and then disappears |
| Down go the sashes he's in through the frame |
| Out with the woman he comes once again |
| Faint and half blinded he reaches the ground |
| While to the skies goes the echoing sound |
| Chorus |
| Pause and reflect ere you venture to doubt |
| The truth of the scene I'm singing about |
| I know the fireman who ventured his life |
| The woman he rescued to-day is his wife |
| My only object is simple to say |
| England has heroes whore living today |
| Men who belong to that life saving band |
| Facing king death with their lives in their hand |
| Chorus |