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The Cowboy's Lament |
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" It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing, It was once in the saddle I used to go gay; First to the dram-house, then to the card-house, Got shot in the breast, I am dying to-day.
" 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.
" Xhen swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs
lowly, And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er
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.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife
lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along; For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young,
and handsome, We all loved our comrade although he'd done
wrong.
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