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1. As I walked out in the streets of La-re-do, As
2. "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These
3. "Oh,beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly;
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I walked out in La-re-do one day, I
words, he did say as I boldly stepped by. "Come
Play the Dead March as you carry me a-long. Take me
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spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, wrapped
sit down be-side me and hear my sad story; I'm
to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me, For
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up in white linen and cold as the clay.
shot in the breast and I know I must die."
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
Additional verses--
4. "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
and then to the card house,
Got shot in the breast
and I'm dying today."
5. "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."
6. "Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips,"
the young cowboy said.
Before I returned, the spirit had left him
And gone to its Maker--
the cowboy was dead.
7. 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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