Charlie Poole & The North Carolina Ramblers — Baltimore Fire

It was always through 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 Fire, fire, I heard the cry From every breeze that passes by All the world was one sad cry of pity Strong men in angry praise Calling loud to Heaven for aid While the fire in ruin 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 they after all proved in vain