| Early one morning at the St. James Hospital
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| Early one morning morn in the month of may
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| When i looked through the window and a spyed a dear cowboy
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| A dear cowboy as cold as the clay
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| Set ye down by me and hear my sad story
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| Set ye down by me and sing me a song
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| For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
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| I’m a poor cowboy that knowed he done wrong
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| Send for that doctor to come heal up my body
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| And send the preacher to come and pray for my soul
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| For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
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| I’m a poor cowboy and hell is my doom
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| Get sixteen perdy maidens to come and carry my coffin
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| Sixteen perdy maidens to come and sing me a song
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| And tell em to bring some o’them sweet smelling roses
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| So they can’t smell me as they tote me along
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| Beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
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| Play the death march as ye carry me along
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| Throw bunches of lillies all over my coffin
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| Thare goes a poor cowboy that knowd he done wrong |