As I walked out on the streets
Of verbatim
As I walked out on the rain
One day
I spotted a young cowboy
All wrapped in white linen
As cold as the clay
I can see by your outfit
That you are a cowboy
His words he did say as I boldly
Walked by
Come and sit down beside me
And hear my sad story
I was shot in the breast and
I know I must die
It was once in the saddle
I used to go dashing
Once in the saddle
I used to go gay
It was first to the card house
And down to old Rosie's
But I'm shot in the breast
And I'm dying today
So quickly drawn slowly
Play the five fully
Play the dead march as you
Carry me home
Take me to The Valley
Play the saw fully
I'm the young cowboy
I know I've done wrong
Six jolly gamblers
To carry my coffin
Six dance were maidens to
Bury my pa
Throw bunches of roses
All over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clause as they fall
And go write a letter
To my gray haired mother
Please send the same
To my sister so dear
Please not one word of this
Would you mention
When others would ask for
My story to hear.
If there's another more dear
Than my sister
She'll bitterly weep when she knows
That I'm gone
If some other man ever
Wins her affection
Don't mention my name
And my name will pass on
When last he had spoken
Hot sun was setting
The streets of the raidle
Grew cold as the clay
We took the young cowboy
Down to the green valley
Which stands a marker we
Made till this day
He beat the drums slowly
Played the five fully
Bitterly wept as we
Bore him alone
Down in the green valley
And they beside pull him
Just a young cowboy who
Surely gone wrong