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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 171
Beat your drums lowly, and play your fifes slowly, Play the dead march as you bear me along,
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a dying cowboy and know I've done wrong.
"I know by your appearance you must be a cowboy," These words he said as I came passing by,
"Come sit down beside me, and hear my sad story, I'm shot through the breast and know I must die.
" Once in my saddle I used to look handsome,
Once in my saddle I used to feel gay, I first went to drinking, then went to gambling,
Got into a fight which ended my day.
"Go and tell my gray-haired mother,
Break the news gently to sister dear, But never a word of this place must you mention
When a crowd gathers round you, my story to hear."
0 BURY ME NOT ON THE LONE PRAIRIE
"0 bury me not on the lone prairie," These words came slowly and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his cold damp bed at the close of day.