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THE COWBOY'S LAMENT |
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" Go gather around you a crowd of young cowboys, And tell them the story of this my sad fate; Tell one and the other before they go further To stop their wild roving before 't is too late.
" Oh, muffle your drums, then play your fifes merrily; Play the Dead March as you bear me along. And fire your guns right over my coffin; There goes an unfortunate boy to his home.
" It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing, It was once in the saddle I used to be gay; First to the dram-house, then to the card-house: Got shot in the breast, I am dying to-day.
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"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin; Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall; Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall.
"Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs
lowly, And give a wild whoop as you bear me along; And in the grave throw me, and roll the sod over
me, For I'm a young cowboy, and I know I've done
wrong.
"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water, To cool my parched lips," the cowboy said;' Before I turned, the spirit had left him And gone to its Giver — the cowboy was dead. |
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