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How the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse's death,
And wondered how he came to die; For the big reward little Robert Ford
Shot Jesse James on the sly.
Jesse leaves a widow to mourn all her life, The children he left will pray
For the thief and the coward Who shot Mr. Howard
And laid Jesse James in his grave.
Jesse was a man, A friend to the poor,
Never did he suffer a man's pain; And with his brother Frank He robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
Jesse goes to rest
With his hand on his breast,
And the devil will be upon his knees; He was born one day in the county of Clay,
And came from a great race.
Men when you go out to the West, Don't be afraid to die: