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i Duncan, Duncan was a-tendin' the bar When in walked Brady with a shinin' star 3 Cried, "Duncan, Duncan, you are under arrest!" And Duncan shot a hole in Brady's breast.
2 Brady, Brady cried his level best, "Duncan, don't kill me, you've got me best." * Duncan says, "Brady, if I got you best,
You'll hear this forty-four pop in Brady's breast."
3 Brady, Brady had a forty-five, Said it would shoot a half a mile. Duncan, Duncan had a forty-four, And that's what laid poor Brady low.
4 Brady fell down on the barroom floor,
Cried, "Please, Mr. Duncan, don't you shoot no more!"
The women cried, "Oh, ain't it a shame,
He's shot King Brady—gonna shoot him again!"
5 "Brady, Brady, Brady, don't you know you done wrong? You broke in my grocery when my game was going on, Knockin' down the windows and a-tearin' down doors, Now you're layin' dead on my grocery floor."
6 "Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, give me my hat." "No, my child, I can't do that,
Wrap this shawl up around yo' head, Go an' see if yo' papa is dead."
7 Mrs. Brady was at home in bed,
When she got the telegram Brady was dead. "Chillun, chillun, put yore hats on yore head, An' let's go see if old King Brady is dead."
* You've got the drop on me. |
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