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Now, Jessie Collins was an average man, wasn't looking for fame,
But on that night of tragedy, a hero he became;
He kept the men standing when they wanted to lie down,
He kept prodding them and bullying them to keep them moving around.
Only for Jessie Collins, many more would die,
Only for Jessie Collins, who wouldn't let them lie;
Only for Jessie Collins, more would have froze,
Only for Jessie Collins, who kept them on their toes.
Now Jessie Collins 'came a superman on that sad night of grief,
Fighting off death, the enemy, that crept in like a thief;
He lit fires, made hot drinks, frozen bodies to revive,
He kept goading them and bugging them to try and keep them alive.
Only for Jessie Collins, many more would die,
Only for Jessie Collins, who wouldn't let them lie;
Only for Jessie Collins, more would have froze,
Only for Jessie Collins, who kept them on their toes.
Now Jessie Collins was everywhere to fight off tragedy,
When ice formed on their faces, he bit it off you see;
And though this froze his lips, it did not slow him down,
He kept watching them and helping them and kept them moving
around.
Only for Jessie Collins, many more would die,
Only for Jessie Collins, who wouldn't let them lie;
Only for Jessie Collins, more would have froze,
Only for Jessie Collins, who kept them on their toes.
See also:
Death On The Ice (The Story)
Death, The Ultimate Price
What Happened To The Southern Cross?
