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THE COWBOY'S LAMENT
A S I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen, Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
" Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, Play the Dead March as you carry me along; Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod
o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
" I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy," These words he did say as I boldly stepped by. " Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story; I was shot in the breast and I know I must die.
" Let sixteen gamblers come handle my coffin, Let sixteen cowboys come sing me a song, Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a poor cowboy and I know 'I've done wrong.
" My friends and relations:, they live in the Nation, They know not where their boy has gone. He first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman, Oh, I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.